Page 92 of Martyr
Two from me. Three from Saint. And Kade managed to goad two more into the chase, too.
We just have to survive the next mile.
“Incoming!” Kade roars.
He leans away, his bike crossing the double yellow line. Gunfire opens up behind us. Saint goes in the opposite direction, and I fucking hesitate.
Another burst of pain, but I can’t tell where it came from. My skin is on fire. I groan and cough, and my grip on the handlebars loosens.
No. I shake my head and suck in a breath. No time for passing out or quitting or whatever. We’ve come so far for that tonotbe the ending.
And then we’re passing Reese’s truck—the designated line of safety. I brake and swing around, Kade and Saint doing the same. Albeit, a bit more civilized. Reese steps out from behind the truck with a long-barreled rocket launcher on his shoulder. He spares me a glance, checks for Saint and Kade, then focuses on the seven approaching vehicles. They’re spread across the road, three-wide. One in front.
He fires, and the whistle of the rocket launcher is alarmingly loud. It catches the grill of the front vehicle.
It explodes. The back end lifts, the whole thing engulfed in flames, and lands on its roof. A second later, the wall of heat pushes into me. It fades, and I flick my visor up.
“Holy shit.”
“This isn’t over,” Reese warns. “But it’s about to be.”
The other trucks seems to be frozen. If they get away, this is all in vain.
Reese fires again, striking one of the outer vehicles. It jumps off the ground with the force, the ball of fire taking out everyone. It’s then that the others suddenly unstick, their engines revving when they’re put into reverse. They fly backward.
“They’re getting away!”
Reese sets down the rocket launcher and takes his phone from his pocket. He unlocks it and taps the screen, then looks at me.
“No, they’re not,” he says softly.
One by one, bombs along the road go off. It’s a domino effect, and there’s no escaping it. No outrunning it. After the second, I cover my ears. Reese pulls me behind the truck, where Kade and Saint await. I count the vibrations.
Ten.
After a long moment, Reese tugs my hands away from my ears. He goes out and checks the damage. Kade immediately follows.
I share a look with Saint.
Thiswasn’t part of the plan. The rocket launcher, yes.
“All clear,” Kade says. “Now we see if anyone comes to investigate.”
“And if they do?” Saint asks.
Kade peers into the bed of the truck and withdraws a different rifle. This one is more like the kind a sniper would use. “Then we pick them off.”
Great.
“One quick question.” I clear my throat. “Where did those bombs come from?”
Reese grins. “Um, Gabriel told me where he hid his extras.”
“And where was that?” I shake my head. “Scratch that—you trusted him enough tofetchthem and not get blown up in the process?”
“Well, yeah.” Reese shrugs. “They were at Olympus. Guess at one point, his plan was to bring down the building. So in theory, I did you a favor by removing them safely.”
“Right…”
