Page 133 of Legacy of Danger
Garrison crossed his arms. "Can you get in there, make sure she's safe, and then stay hidden for five minutes?"
"Of course." After a grimace, the edges of Kerr's body blurred. His rarely-used ability to disappear manifested as he faded from sight. Invisible steps crunched away from them.
Odie murmured, "Mon dieu. Impressive."
Waiting nearly killed Vaughn, but after what seemed like forever, Garrison finally gave the okay to move, and Vaughn and Odie paced right with him to the cliff edge. Following the tracks, they navigated a steep, thin path down to a four-foot wide ledge jutting out from the sheer rock. Below that: another fifty feet of fresh air.
Vaughn's overactive imagination fed him an image of Mariah's broken form at the bottom of that drop. His stomach muscles tightened. Kerr had better reach her before those bastards did.
The crisp, frigid air crystallized his decision: If Vaughn got her out of here alive, not only would he beg for her forgiveness, he'd spend every day of his natural life atoning for being dumb enough to let her go.
If his bad decision hadn't already cost Mariah her life.
They crept along the ledge, and sure enough, a dark opening into the rock loomed out of the shadows. Footprints, large and small, tracked into the cave. Vaughn's heart stopped.
Flickers of light, then voices and shouts filtered out of the cave.
"Careful with guns in there, guys," Garrison muttered. "No collateral damage."
Collateral damage. Mariah.
