Page 42 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
"On it, boss!"
The SUV roars past us, smoke billowing from its rear. It creates a temporary screen, giving us a moment's reprieve.
"Ghost, we've got a problem," Cole's voice comes through on the radio. "They're herding us. This isn't random."
My blood runs cold. He's right. One by one, they're cutting off our escape routes.
"Change of plans," I announce. "We split up. Rendezvous at point Charlie. Nitro, take point. The rest of you, scatter and lose your tails."
A chorus of affirmatives rings in my ear. Alina tenses behind me.
"What about us?" she asks, her voice barely audible over the wind.
I grip the handlebars tighter. "We're taking the scenic route."
With that, I gun the engine and veer sharply off our planned course. I weave through the narrow streets of Chinatown, the familiar scents of incense and roasted duck filling the air. Alina clings tightly as I maneuver the bike around sharp corners and through bustling intersections.
"We need to ditch the bike," I mutter, scanning for a suitable spot.
I spot a dark alley between two restaurants and quickly pull in, cutting the engine.
"Off," I order Alina, swinging my leg over the seat. "We're going on foot from here."
She complies without argument, her eyes darting around warily.Smart girl.
We quickly strip off our tactical vests and toss them into a nearby dumpster.
I tap my earpiece. "Ghost checking in. Bike's stashed in Chinatown. Going dark for a bit."
A chorus of responses crackles through the comm.
"Frost here. En route to Charlie, ETA 20 minutes." Asher's calculated precision coming through even in a crisis.
"Blade. Found a nice hidey-hole near the Transamerica. I'll move when it's clear." Cole's voice, calm yet ready.
"Saint. Blending in with the Market Street crowd. No tail in sight." Remy's smooth tone, unruffled despite the danger.
"Nitro. SUV's ditched. I'm on foot, heading your way, Ghost." Jax's energy vibrates through the comms.
I nod, processing the information. "Copy all. Stay alert and don't take unnecessary risks. Ghost out."
I glace her way and find Alina watching me intently. "Ready to disappear?"
She raises an eyebrow. "I thought that was your specialty."
I smirk. "Just follow my lead and try to look... normal."
We emerge onto the crowded sidewalk, instantly enveloped by the throng of tourists and locals. I keep my hand on the small of Alina's back, guiding her through the press of bodies. My eyes constantly scan our surroundings, looking for any sign we've been made.
"So, what's the plan?" Alina murmurs, leaning close to be heard over the din.
I steer us towards a bustling night market. "We blend in, lose any tail, then make our way to the safe house. Simple."
She snorts. "Right. Simple." Her eyes flash with that defiance that simultaneously irritates and intrigues me. "Because nothing about this situation is simple."
Little hellcat still has her claws out."Trust me or don't, Bennett. But right now, I'm your best chance at staying alive."
We weave through stalls selling everything from knock-off designer bags to steaming dumplings. The mixture of voices and aromas provides perfect cover. I pull Alina to a stop at a stand selling cheap tourist t-shirts.
