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Turning to us, he explains, "We think we saw the sun glinting off of something up ahead."
"What?" I hiss, "Why the fuck are we still standing here then?"
"Let's go," Nolan's tone is incredulous, clearly on the same page as I am. This is the closest we have gotten to the possibility of finding her.
"Told you," Smith murmurs to Brown, who just rolls her eyes in response. "We called for backup, but the six of us are going. Now. I don't know why they might have stopped, but if whatever is reflecting the sun is Kyle's car, then we have to move. I need you armed and loaded. Get your packs just in case and be ready to roll out in three minutes."
My chest feels like it can barely control the furious pounding of my heart as we hustle back to the car. An array of curse words color the air rushing to get packed in under two minutes.
Fuck. I have no idea what's about to happen, I can barely express how fucked my body feels right now. I'm jittery, shaky, sick to my stomach, and wanting to pass out while simultaneously ready to run a marathon.
Backpacks strapped on, guns checked and loaded, the four of us look up at each other at the same time. Standing in a circle, we take turns locking eyes, emotions radiating in our huddle.
"I love you guys," I choke out, needing them to know.
"Family." Amiri nods his head at me.
"Forever," Nolan whispers, tears tracking down his pale cheeks—my own fall in response.
"Love you," Korren's words shock all of us; I can count on one hand the number of times he has said that to us. A sob gets lodged behind my teeth at the softness and vulnerability in his eyes.
Not a second later, he shuts it down, his face awash with fury and determination. "Let's go get our girl." He stomps his way through our group, each of us following his lead.
I swallow back the feelings that want to burst out of my soul. Now is not the time. We have to be strong now. I can cry once we get our woman to safety.
Stepping close to the detectives, I notice we all have our own form of masks on. Knowing that whatever we may find today will need our full attention without feelings clouding our judgment.
"You will follow close behind us, and you will do everything we say. Keep your guns holstered until I tell you otherwise. Do you hear me?" Brown's tone allows for no argument. We all give her serious nods.
"I'm serious, guys. You have to follow our lead on this."
"We understand," Kor states, his voice deep and firm.
She nods and turns around with Smith at her side, gun drawn. Keeping our footing as light as possible proves to be difficult with the number of dead twigs snapping beneath my shoes. My anxiety spikes when I catch sight of glinting metal further ahead. If he had seen us, he would have driven away.
Begs the question...what the fuck are we about to walk into?
Korren
I may have told them that we understood what we had to do, but the closer we get to turning the corner, the more I realize that I was full of shit. My muscles are locked, and the urge to run ahead of them is making my calves itch.
We are going too slow.
The thought waves through my brain like a red flag as I traipse a few feet behind Smith and Brown. Slightly behind me is Nol, Ryan a bit behind him, with Amiri taking up the rear. We make a staggered line hidden behind the wall of detectives.
I know this is definitely against protocol for them, but they are smart to realize that we would just follow without their permission. And we wouldn't be doing it this fucking slow. No, we would be running ahead, guns fucking blazing.
My jaw cracks under the pressure of aggressive grinding. Hoisting my backpack up a bit further, I keep my knees fluid and shake out my clenched hands.
The reflection that we spotted through the woods is now about to be directly in front of us. I zero in on the right-hand curve in the path while battling my instincts screaming at me tofucking run. Too slow, too slow.
Just when I'm about to snap, they stop. My rage begins to boil. Instead of looking back at us, they each take a look around the corner to see what they might find. Which I guess is smart.
They give each other a nod and raise their guns before continuing on, still not paying attention to us. I look over my shoulder at Nolan, who may be pale and sweating buckets, but he looks like he's about to run head first, too. We all do.
Locking eyes with each of them, we have our own silent conversation like the detectives just did. But instead, we convey our love and support for one another. This is saying, "I'm here with you," without words.
I turn, noticing Smith and his partner have already made it around the curve. I curse myself for holding us back, even if it was just a few seconds. There's something nipping at my heels, shouting at me to hurry.
