Page 74 of SEAL by Fate

“What’s happening, Gray?”

“Phantom has attached a wire to you. It’s connected to a pressure sensitive mechanism on the chair. If you move it will trigger an explosive.”

Fear scurried through her and she felt sick. “A bomb? He hooked a bomb up to me?” Her lips trembled.

Gray had now laid both his hands on her thighs. “Stay as calm as possible and listen to what I say. It’s important. Okay?”

“Okay.” She tried to breath, in and out, but her insides shook. Having him close soothed her, but the danger was like a heavy cloak.

“I’m going to look it over closely. Hang tight for me.”

She watched him pull back and use his flashlight to examine the mechanism.

A buzzing sound made her jump and they made eye contact. He lifted his radio from his belt. “Any sign of him?” Gray asked.

“There was a trap door underneath the house. Looks like a tunnel that leads outside of the compound. We’re following.”

“Copy that.”

“You didn’t think it would be that easy to get rid of me, did you, Gray?” The overhead light popped on.

Stormy stiffened, staring at Duncan who was in the doorway. His gun was aimed directly at Gray who was standing, his hands held up in defense mode.

“Well, well…it’s about time we came face to face. Looks like those gunshot wounds have healed,” Gray said.

Stormy respected the fact that he didn’t show a flicker of fear.

Duncan’s lips thinned, but then he grinned. “For a sharp shooter you certainly are a lousy shot.”

“No, I’m actually a great shot and that’s why you’re alive. How about I show you my skills?”

“Make a wrong move and I’ll show you. Got it?” Duncan directed his next words to Stormy. “If you try and get out of the chair, well, none of us will need any bullets tonight. Understand, sweetheart?”

She could only stare. Her heart beat so fast she thought it would bounce outside of her chest. Gray looked like a real-life hero. His feet were shoulder-width apart and his hands were clenched into tight fists, no doubt he wanted to use them to pummel Duncan. Wearing gear and guns, gloves on and Gray’s hat tugged low, he looked dangerous, but she knew he was a savior. Her savior. How lucky she’d been to meet him.

“Let her go, Phantom. You have me now. That’s what your plan was, right?” Gray said calmly.

“And what fun would that be? We’re not negotiating, lawman. I have the gun in my hand and you stupidly laid your aside.”

“You won’t get out of this alive.”

“What big threats you have.”

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