Page 309 of Chaos has a Name
While she watched Wyler eat, the hamster wheel in her brain was going full speed.
Before this was done, the people who had grabbed her would be caught.
They’d made a mistake by giving her a chance to get her bearings.
Elizabeth Blackhawk was going to end the legend ofThe Hollow.
If it was the last thing she did.
Chapter Nineteen
Back In The
Clearing
Wednesday Evening
Eight P.M.
They had wrapped up the wildly chaotic evidence grab in the shortest amount of time possible too. When Callen and Gene headed out of the cave, they were making sure the people with them were all accounted for and safe.
In tow, they had one hundred and seven skulls. It was like an FBI field trip, and they were the chaperones trying to sneak every skull out of a museum.
It was insane.
It was heavy.
It was dangerous.
Letting someone go down on their watch was not something they wanted happening, so they had to be very aware of their surroundings even as they tried to be respectful of the victim’s skulls.
To make sure, they put all of the techs in the middle, since none of them were carrying guns. At the front and back, there were special agents, leading and following at the end.
Most importantly, they were armed.
And dangerous.
You knew it was bad when Feds had their guns out, ready to go at the single incoming arrow.
At the front of the pack, Gene and Callen were scanning, and making sure they followed the tablet and the map back to the camping ground.
All they could hope was if an arrow came in, aimed at them, it would hit their vests.
And save them.
The sun was down, and it was just light enough that they didn’t need flashlights, but just dark enough that they were freaked out.
The vibe in the forest was off, and neither Gene nor Callen liked it.
The place felt…haunted.
It was like that feeling you got on Halloween as the witching hour approached.
It felt spooky.
Maybe it was the skulls in tow, or the wing blowing through the trees, but this was not a fun little assignment.
“I really don’t like this,” Gene said, his gut screaming that they were in danger.
