Page 42 of Bound By Redemption
I wanted to give us enough time to get shit done and get out, but not give them enough tranq to kill the fuckers.
Jacks took it and moved to the driver’s side, while Nox worked on the passenger. I started at the trunk. The damn thing had a shit ton of prints, and I started dusting and lifting as fast as possible.
The time flew by, and as I checked my watch, we had three minutes to get out. “Now. Let’s go,” I said, packing up all the shit and waiting for Jacks and Nox to put theirs in the box too. Judging from the number lifting pads, there were a ton of prints everywhere and not just the back.
There’d be a ton of scanning to do just to run them through the database.
“Move,” Jacks ordered. This time I carried the kit in one hand, gun in the other. Jacks and Nox were ready too. We were bent at the waist, eyes alert, and kept to the shadows. Lights were the enemy in that moment.
We made it outside the gate and stopped dead when we heard voices.Two of them, I thought as I listened harder. Nox motioned for us to stand out of view, but we were already on the move.
Looking to the left, the cop was still out, sitting up with his foot propped and back against the gate. The other one was surely out as well. So who the fuck were these two?
We listened.
“Can’t believe you let the fuckin’ cops get the car, dickhead.” The first voice was deep and had a small scratchiness to it with certain words. Almost like he wanted to roll his ‘r’s’ but couldn’t quite commit to it.
“The guy said he’d be by to get it and take it to the crusher. How the fuck would I know he’d bail on us?”
Two flashlights could be seen through the slots of the wooden gate we were hiding behind. With a nod from Nox, I figured I was the one who would be watching them.
The two men wasted no time finding the car. They opened the door and looked around to see if anyone was there. They had to have seen the guy in the front shed asleep because they weren’t being quiet. Which was seriously odd. Anyone trying to steal something or do something illegal was always quiet. If not, they were a moron, plain and simple.
“Shut the fuck up,” the first guy spoke as they opened the car door.
“They’re throwing something in the car,” I warned the two beside me. “Can’t see what, but if these two were the ones who set the…”
There was no finishing that sentence because the car exploded. Sharp lights surrounded us as we threw ourselves to the ground, covering our heads and closing our eyes tight. Parts of cars flew everywhere. A tire landed next to Jacks then rolled down the street.
A rearview mirror came at me, and Nox got the fun of the rats from the yard scurrying to get away from the mess.
Smoke billowed up, reminding me of when Austyn and Emery’s homes blew. I could feel my lungs wanting to seize up again, and fighting it was hard. Especially when my ears started ringing, forcing me to remember being in the desert.
Instead, I pushed that down and thought. The thing was, those two idiots didn’t set off the bomb because they were in small pieces all over the other cars. They obviously thought they’d be the ones to set it off because of the caviler way they were throwing the bombs into the car.
They thought they’d have tons of time.
Someone else detonated those when the time was right. Same as Austyn and Emery’s places.
“Go!” Nox ordered as we took off like shots, racing down the block to get to the SUV. I wasn’t sure how the other two felt, but my ears were ringing like a sonvabitch. We were way too close to that blast, and my ears were feeling the pain.
Jacks stopped and rubbed his eyes. “Fuck. Shake it off and let’s go!” I yelled, grabbing Jacks’ arm and leading him to the SUV. “Let the adrenaline fuel you, and stop fighting it. Move!”
“Fuck you,” Jacks clipped, still rubbing his face, then moving to pop his ears.
Seeing the SUV, I bleeped the locks, and tossed Jacks into the back. Getting in the front, we took off fast, trying to get as far away from the scene as possible.
The place would be a madhouse in the matter of minutes.
What in the fuck had just happened?
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Micah
“Talk,”Cruz ordered, pissed as hell about the explosion. Jacks made the call to him on the way back to the clubhouse. He did what I'd said and shook off the effects of the blast. Except for the headaches. That couldn’t be shook off as easily.
Driving in, I saw no sign of Remy or Ensley, but immediately drove down into the bottom of the cave. That was what I’d named it anyway.
