Meant to Be (The Saving Angels 1)

I waited. I knew I needed to get out of the supply room before they discovered I was missing. My hand was on the door knob and I was starting to turn it when I heard several more sets of footsteps.

I released a hiss of air. That was a close one.

I waited a few more seconds then turned the knob; I stepped out of the room and looked in both directions. The coast was clear. I took off down the hallway as the adrenaline raced through my veins propelling me forward. I hit the fork in the hallway and turned to the right, running at a pace that was unfamiliar to me. It was as if my feet had been given a boost, they propelled me full force down the hallway. Before all of this, I would have said my body was using my adrenaline as energy, but I now believed a higher force was helping me.

The long hallway ended with a door. I twisted the knob cautiously and stepped out of the hallway into the room. It was another room like the lab except it was occupied by a small Cessna plane. I had been right when I thought the lab looked like an aircraft hangar. I rushed across the large space and headed out the door that had an exit sign lit up over it.

I made it, I thought stepping out into the brilliant sunlight. Now I needed to locate a phone and call Shawn and Sam. I would need their help if I was going to help Mark.

I looked back with a pang. I hated to walk even a step further away from Mark, but I knew I must if I was going to save him.

I rushed around the side of the hangar and stopped dead in my tracks.

I had found Bruno.

Chapter 13

Bruno was leaning against a white Ford F-150 smoking a cigarette. He dropped the cigarette when he spotted me. I made eye contact with him and saw him jerk his head slightly toward the direction I had just come.

I backed away slowly and gave him a small smile of thanks. Once I was back around the corner, I headed in the opposite direction. I took off at a fast trot and rounded the next set of aircraft hangars and spotted an airport office up ahead. I marveled when once again I was able to run at a pace that would have made a track star’s jaw drop. I reached the door and opened it slowly. I cautiously walked into the small space, finding the office was empty.

I closed the door behind me and franticly searched for a phone. My heart raced when I spotted a dirty white clunky phone on the corner of the desk. I picked up the receiver and went weak with relief when I heard the dial tone.

I punched in Sam’s cell phone with clumsy fingers. The phone rang and was picked up instantly.

“We’re sorry the number you dialed is not in service, please check the number and try again,” a recorded voice said.

My heart sank.

I tried again. This time I took my time and the number went through. The phone rang twice before it was answered on the other end.

“Hello,” Sam said.

I could have wept with joy at the sound of Sam’s voice.

“Sam, it’s me.”

“Krista? Thank God, we have been worried sick! Where are you?” Sam said in a rush.

“We were kidnapped! I need your help, they still have Mark locked up,” I told her urgently.

“Where are you?” Sam asked.

“At some aircraft ha…” My words were cut off as the phone went dead.

Dread filled my whole body, but it was easy to fight it back. For the first time in my life, I was in charge of my emotions. I turned and faced the door bracing my hands on the desk behind me. As the knob was turning, I felt the cool metal of some kind of tool where my left hand had landed. I slid the tool into the waistband of my scrubs just as the door swung open.

Bruno’s almost twin James was standing in the doorway. I tried to back away from his grasp, but the desk stopped my backward motion.

James seized my arm and dragged me out of the office. With his other hand he dragged a radio out of his pocket. Pressing the buttons, he paused. “I got her she was trying to make a call, but I cut the lines just in time.”

“Take her to her mate. We will be taking care of them tonight. I’m done with these games,” Amanda said on the other end.

James grabbed me by my arm and started to drag me back in the direction I had just escaped from. Though they had found me, I felt a rush of excitement from Amanda’s words. She told him to take me to Mark, in a few moments I would see him. It had been over forty eight hours since I had last seen him in the flesh, and not in a dream state.

I kept my eyes open, observing my surroundings as James continued to drag me back into the building. I was soon in the familiar hallway where my own cell was located. James walked a few more doors down and paused at the first door I had tried earlier during my flight down the hall.

He paused and used his free hand to pull a gun out of the waistband of his pants.