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Of course, if they ever were in trouble with the law, we’d pull some strings and help them as best we can, but there are no guarantees that we could actually help, and I know that weighs on Ever.
Finally, they’re all gathered around the entrance to the basement, which has a pretty solid-looking door. Ace easily picks the lock, and I actually didn’t know that he was that good at it; otherwise, I would’ve suggested that he go through the front instead of around the side.
“What if they aren’t there?” Jensen mutters what we’re all feeling as we watch them slowly descend into the darkness. “I mean, there was quite a long time where we were traveling, and it is possible that they were moved.”
Thankfully, we’ve got our earpieces turned off so we can hear them, but they can’t listen to us because the last thing we want to do is to distract them while they need to pay such close attention to their surroundings.
“What if they are there, but they aren’t okay,” I say, only just daring to say it out loud, “they obviously weren’t behaving themselves, and we know that Hunt has absolutely no problem with torture or simply killing them if they don’t do what he wants.”
“We’re just going to have to hope with everything that they are okay. At the very least, they’re alive. I think something that points to their survival is that Quinn has been with him for years now, and he’s still alive. He may look worse for wear and most likely has been through more than we can imagine, but he is still alive, which means that Hunt finds him too valuable to end.” Trick replies, once again seeing the situation in a different way.
“I fucking hope so because not only would it be difficult for Ever to deal with the loss of Rylie, but if Quinn didn’t survive, I’m not sure that Lyric and the guys would be able to handle that, not after everything that has happened and the history that they have,” Jensen replies, worry in his voice.
“Found them!” Ever suddenly exclaims through the earpiece, and our conversation is forgotten as we focus all of our attention on the screens. I know I’m not the only one of us with everything crossed in the hopes that they’re both okay.
Ever
“Hey girl,” Rylie greets me with a smile, stretching the bloody lip she has. “It took you fucking long enough.”
A feeling of euphoria goes through me, and I smirk at her as I hold my hand out to her to help her up and reply, “Well, it’s not like you made it easy for us. You could’ve given us a bit more of a clue.”
Rylie shrugs as she stiffly pulls herself up and then pulls me into a hug before replying, “Well, thought I’d challenge you, see if you were really up to it. I didn’t want you to get bored.”
I burst out laughing, as do the guys.
"Is anyone else here?" Rafe asks her.
Rylie shakes her head, "No, it's just me and Quinn."
“Ezra? Creed?” a voice that I don’t recognise asks into the relative darkness, and the rest of us fall silent, even Rylie, who looks at me with her eyebrow raised but doesn’t ask the question I know she wants to.
Ezra and Creed both rush forward, pulling him into a tight hug and then loosening their grip slightly when he moans.
“Shit, sorry man, I just can’t fucking believe that you’re here,” Creed says, emotions straining his voice.
“Me?” Quinn exclaims, “What the fuck are you doing here and with,” he pauses as he squints and looks at the rest of us, “Atlas and Rage? And his people that I vaguely remember.”
“Hey man,” Atlas smiles, which is apparently a shock for Quinn because his eyebrows rise, and I realise that Atlas has changed a lot since the last time Quinn saw him. “It’s a really long story, we can explain, but let's get you out of here. Put these on you two, just in case.”
Atlas hands them both the breathing masks which they put on without question, they’ve been around Hunt long enough now that they know how dangerous he is.
“It’s not going to be easy. Hunt has a lot of mercenaries here,” Rylie says and then smirks, “did you bring the calvary?”
I grin, “You bet your ass I did. There are more agents out there than I have ever seen in one place.”
“Agents?” Quinn asks, “I feel like I’m going to be in a constant state of shock when we get out of here.”
“I’m not going to lie, most likely,” Ezra teases, a soft sheen to his eyes that has Quinn pulling him in for a tight hug again.
“You have no idea how fucking good it is to see you,” Quinn says quietly.
“I think I do,” Ezra replies and then clears his throat, “can you walk, or do you need me to carry you out of here like the princess you are?”
Quinn’s eyes flash with amusement as Creed smiles happily.
“I’m good, although I would like to be referred to as princess only for the foreseeable future.”
“You got it, man,” Creed chuckles.
