Page 35 of Oath
“You going to try to take me?” I asked.
The man didn’t answer. Just turned slightly—enough for me to see two more behind him.
Same coats.
Same silence.
Only one of them had blood on their gloves.
“Voodoo still breathing?” I asked.
Another pause.
“Define breathing,” the man said.
That was enough.
I moved.
Fast.
Hard.
No warning.
The Glock was up—but the one with bloodied gloves had already raised something in his hand. A square device. High-frequency pulse emitter. The second it chirped, my world flipped.
My vision crashed. My body locked.
Not pain.
Interruption.
Like my nerves weren’t mine anymore. Worse goddamn taser—ever.
I dropped. Twitched. Fought for control.
The leader crouched next to me.
“You don’t know what you’re carrying, Captain. But you’re going to lead us to it.”
My teeth ground together.
“I’d rather die.”
“Not your choice,” he said calmly.
Then something sharp pricked the side of my neck.
Cold fire raced through my veins.
Blackness surged.
But just before it swallowed me, I heard Alphabet’s voice break into my comms:
“Bones. Say something. You’ve got a tag. They just—Bones—talk to me?—”
Too late.
