Page 75 of Rogue's Path
Reaper’s obsession with Rhys might have just reached the point of no return.
“He’s out and heading back to his room.” Torque sounds more like this is an adventure than a real issue that could have consequences. “Reaper took something out of his bag. I don’t know what it is.”
“I’ll zoom in,” Vandal says. “Um. That isn’t what I think it is.”
“That’s what it looks like on the television.” Torque sounds a bit shocked.
I roll my eyes.
“We’re sending you a picture now.”
At least Torque didn’t need me to tell—That looks like a bomb.
It can’t be.
Bishop would know. He’s had explosive training.
“Are you seeing what we are?” Torque asks.
I really hope I’m not. “Wait for further instructions. Stay in the bunker.”
“But—”
Vandal always has a hard time with directions. “But nothing. Stay where you are and wait for instructions. We can rebuild the clubhouse. We can’t put you back together if you get blown up.”
They shut up.
Bishop marches outside and searches for about half a second before finding me.
He'd better tell me that I’m wrong.
Without a word, I hand him my phone. Bishop whistles. “That’s some craft project you’ve got there. It’s crude, buteffective. There are enough explosives in there to take out half a city block if placed properly.”
“Take a look at the picture again.” We have to figure out how to disarm this thing without getting blown up ourselves.
The shock on Bishop’s face is enough to know he got the problem. “It won’t touch the bunker, but everything above ground—” He shakes his head. “There’s a timer on it, which is a good sign. We have time to take care of it.”
Thirty-six hours doesn’t seem like a lot of time. It’s set to go off when everyone is asleep. But Rhys will have already flown home.
Does Reaper know that?
My gut says yes.
“The bad news is it’s also got a remote detonator, so if he thinks we’ve found it—”
BOOM. The whole world could blow up on us.
“Reaper’s hiding it,” Torque shouts. “There’s no way we would have found it. He’s cutting out part of the cabinets and hiding it under there.”
Bishop’s hunch saved hundreds of lives.
“We have two choices: lock Reaper in with the bomb or let him run and see where he goes.” Calling the cops isn’t an option, not with all the weapons we have on site. They’re hidden, but I don’t want to chance the law finding anything with their dogs.
“He isn’t going to blow himself up.”
Bishop’s right. Reaper thinks too much of himself to actually push the button. He’s also not smart enough to build a bomb, even one that looks rudimentary. “What if he isn’t working alone?”
Bishop’s gaze moves from the screen to me. “That’s a possibility.”
