Page 89 of Hunted, Season Three

“Civilian posed recon, prep, distract, and attack.”Garcia offers the contents in his grip to the frowning mechanic in front of us.“Add that to the communication devices, exit strategy, as well as the capture failsafe devised, and you can guarantee they’re not your basic soldiers of fortune.”

Post dry swallowing the pills, Kid grumps, “So?”

“So,” his icepack dangling is denied, “Zero can do something with that information.Sure, they may encrypt their communication or idiotically believe their whereabouts or wheretos can’t be traced; however, it can.Especially when there’s money involved.There’s very little in the world that Zerocan’ttrace.”

“Why didn’t he see this coming?”Chomps Kid when I take the ice and drop down beside him.“Why didn’t he warn us about her being here?!Why didn’t he know she was here?!And how long has she been here?!And where is she staying?!”

“I don’t know.”

“Find out,” is attached to me placing the towel and ice combo on the injured area, “now.”

Chapter 19

Kipp

I can’t sleep.

Won’t eat.

All I can do is think.

About Bunny.

Our baby.

Is she okay?

Is he okay?

How long will they be okay?

And if they broke my ribs, were willing to kill my ignition – in my own fucking shop – what are they willing to do them?

What’s to stop them from doing worse?

Will they?

Won’t they?

What kind of fuckingChristineworshipping blockheads willingly kidnap a pregnant woman?!

Groans of discomfort escape as I slightly shift my back against the pillows keeping me propped up.

Fuck, it feels like I’m trying to rest on a goddamn garage creeper.

Huh.

I think that shit might actually bemorefucking comfortable than this.

Definitely would feel safer.

More secure.

I always do under a car.

Or under a hood.

Or under my fiancés.

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