Page 109 of Marks of Rebellion
"That sounds fun."
He leans closer to my ear. "And I'll make sure you stay covered in sunscreen at all times, Flower."
I give him a quick kiss and snuggle into his arm.
"Ryker, what's the plan?" Hunter asks.
"Let's head toward the airport. Tinker checked, and there aren't any more flights tonight, but there's one early tomorrow. The internet was acting up so he couldn't book our tickets online, but we can go inside and purchase them when we get there. Tinker said he threw cash in our bags."
"What airport are we going to?" Julieta asks.
"Ramón Villeda Morales International," Ryker replies.
"That's the busiest airport in Honduras."
Ryker turns onto another road. "Is that good or bad?"
Julieta puts her hands over her mouth and breathes deeply.
He puts his hand on her leg. "Julieta?"
She tilts her head toward the sky. "It doesn't matter what airport I go to. I've been everywhere. I know tons of employees in all of them. You're all going to need to go without me."
Ryker pulls off the side of the road. "I'm not leaving you."
"The risk is too high. Someone I know will recognize me. I can't put everyone in danger."
Ryker turns. "We'll split up in twos."
"Agreed," Hunter says.
"You'll still be in harm's way," Julieta says to Ryker.
"Julieta, aren't we going to raise flags anyway?" I ask.
"What do you mean?"
I motion between the guys. "They look like thugs with their faces right now."
"Gee, thanks," Hunter sarcastically says.
"Sorry, but it's true."
Julieta turns in her seat. "What are you getting at?"
"If we're going to bring awareness to us, shouldn't we wait for their faces to heal? Then we can come up with a plan on how to navigate your situation."
"Flower, we're getting out of here on the first flight."
"Vanessa's right. Everyone from the check-in counter to security and even boarding at the gate will triple-check you two."
"So we need to wait. That will give us time to figure this out."
"No. We're leaving," Hunter insists.
"If they suspect you aren't a safe passenger, they will take you to a holding area where they can question you and take your fingerprints and scan your irises. Vanessa will go back to Belize, and Interpol will escort you wherever they choose, unless they decide to keep you instead of notifying Interpol."
"Just because my face is bruised?" Hunter blurts out.
