Undercover Captor (Shadow Agents 5)

They approached another door—a heavy, wooden door.

“This will take us outside,” he said, pausing briefly. “I don’t want to use the bullets unless I have to because they’ll just bring more company running toward us.”

She wasn’t in the m

ood for company, either.

He gave her the gun.

Wait. What?

“Use it, but only if you have to.”

Then he opened the door. They slipped outside.

And a man with a gun immediately appeared in their path.

“Stone!” He glared at Drew. “You traitor! Lee warned me about you!” He brought up his gun.

Drew kicked out at the guy; his boot connecting with a snap. The gun went flying, and so did the man. His head slammed into the cement behind him.

“Got you!” a voice snarled from Tina’s right, a bare moment before hard hands wrapped around her. Those hands tried to rip her away from Drew’s side, but with the cuffs, that wasn’t happening.

But the vicious pull did make Drew attack. He spun and struck out with his fist.

The attacker let her go, but only for an instant. Only so he could lunge at Drew.

No.

She hit the guy with the butt of her gun.

He went down with a groan.

Drew curled his cuffed fingers around hers. “Nice job, Doc. Now let’s go.”

Because no one else had seen them, not yet. Darkness had fallen once more, and the glittering stars were above them as they raced toward what looked like an old barn.

They stayed to the shadows. Drew stopped her several times, lifting his hand and freezing when a rustle of movement sounded.

Then they were in the barn. Only, Tina quickly realized, it was more of a garage than a barn. Broken-down cars waited inside. Rusty tools lined the wooden walls. And, from what she could see, there was no means of escape. This plan wasn’t working. “We need the helicopter,” she said, grabbing his arm. The helicopter was their best bet. They could fly right out of that place.

“The chopper’s too secure,” Drew softly replied as he pulled her toward a thick, dark tarp. “We wouldn’t be able to fuel it and get out of here before every man in the area swarmed us.”

A swarming sounded bad.

“This is what we need.” He tossed the tarp aside.

She saw the curving body of a motorcycle. One that looked as if it had seen better days a very long time ago. “Uh, I’m not sure...”

He’d already climbed on the motorcycle, the movement, of course, propelling her forward.

Tina dug in her heels. “There are tools here. Maybe we can cut the cuffs.” So what if most of the tools looked to be about ten years old? There could be a sharp saw in there, somewhere.

“Our priority is getting to freedom right now, before a patrol comes through here.” His eyes glittered at her. “We don’t have any more time to waste. Get on the bike.”

“I don’t see a helmet.”

She heard voices then, rising from outside.