Page 81 of Surge

"Everything will be fine." I had been trying to convince myself all week that things would work out in the end.

Involving a human hostage in our world was a risky move from the admiral, but our people were demanding vindication for the damage done to our home and the creatures that lived there.

Robert Kline had built an oil platform east of where our city was. Everything within our power had been done to stop it years ago, but he had deep connections in the government and environmental agencies that were no match for our undercover soldiers.

Jax drove down the two-lane tunnel toward the parking lot. I hated knowing the water was right on the other side of the concrete sides. My skin burned the farther out to sea we got.

The tunnel was a necessary step to ensuring we remained undiscovered. We couldn't have tritons popping out of the ocean all across the world. It was an easy way to access the city undetected.

As soon as we parked, a group of five soldiers came to our vehicle. I tensed and pulled Riley closer to me.

"Fuck." Jax got out and slammed the door. He put himself between the SUV and the men. I wasn't sure what the procedures were for escorting hostages, but it didn't seem too out of place that men would accompany us.

They had words and he pulled out his phone, but one of the men grabbed it from him.

Morgan hit the locks on the door and slid over to the driver's side as Jax lunged for one of the men and was pistol whipped with a taser. He dropped to his knees before he was tasered and fell to the ground. Our bodies didn't handle electrical shocks well. He'd be down for a few hours.

"Get us the fuck out of here!" Panic surged in me and I unbuckled my belt and reached into the pocket on the back seat, pulling out a gun. It would still do some damage with them in bipedal form, but not much.

The tires spun on the concrete. "God damn it!" Morgan pounded his hands on the steering wheel. He met my eyes in the rearview mirror. "They put up the posts."

The locks popped and the doors were flung open. I pointed my gun at the forehead of the soldier closest to me.

"Drop the gun, kid. You're making this way more complicated than it needs to be."

I didn't know what this was, but following Admiral West's order had been a mistake. The men in front of us were some of his top men.

"Blake. Put the gun down." Morgan put his gun down on the floorboard and put his hands in the air.

"Do it, kid. She'll still survive if I shoot her foot."

I put the gun down and they motioned for us to get out of the vehicle. The taser hit me and pain spread through my body as I fell to the ground. My muscles were seizing and my vision narrowed.

We really fucked up.

To be continued…

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