“Where ya’ll goin’ in such a hurry?” asked Brecht, standing in the doorway with his gun leveled straight at me. “Drop it or I’ll end him,” he said when Casper raised hers at him. “You too,” he said to me.
“Tell him,” I heard Decker say.
“You’ve got a splinter group ready to stage a coup. That’s why we’re here.”
“Who the hell are you, and don’t fucking try to tell me you’re with the Nation.”
“He’s with the FBI,” said the man who’d offered me the smoke as he came around the corner. “Ain’t that right?”
The agent’s words distracted Brecht long enough that I could get a shot off from the other gun he didn’t know I had. I hit him square in the chest.
“Head out,” the agent said. “We’ll take it from here.”
I had a split second to decide. If this mission ended, it would all be for nothing. We still hadn’t managed to get Brecht to give up Possum’s killer, and now he was dead.
“Go,” I told Casper, who’d heard everything I had. “Intercept Rebel.”
“How far out is she now, Deck?” she asked.
“Five.”
“Kill the goddamn truck, Decker.”
“Edge—”
“Right fucking now!”
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Rebel
“What the—” I lurched as the old pickup screeched to a dead stop. If I had been going any faster, the fucking thing would’ve flipped. I tried to restart it and got nothing. Nothing. It was as though the engine, the starter, the whole damn truck had been zapped dead.
I’d just popped the hood when I saw a big black SUV hurtling my way. I grabbed my gun and was about to fire when it pulled up beside me and I saw it was Casper driving.
“Get in!” she shouted, motioning with her head to the back passenger door. I was barely in the backseat when she punched the SUV in the direction I’d come from.
“Turn around! We have to go back!” I screamed at her. “They’re gonna kill Edge!”
She kept going as though she hadn’t heard me.
“You’re in on it,” I muttered, reaching for my gun.
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” she seethed. “And I’m not in on anything. In fact, Edge is back there alone because I had to come out and save your ass.”
She slammed on the breaks when another SUV approached from the opposite direction. Behind that one were two more.
“What’s going on?”
She ignored me and rolled down the window. “I’m going back in. It looked like some kind of raid was taking place when I left,” she told Grinder, who was driving the first SUV. “You get her out of here.”
“Negative. She’ll go back with Quint and Shadow.”
“Where the fuck are they?” Casper yelled.
“Third vehicle back,” he said before he sped off. The second SUV went by just as fast. The third stopped.
“Get out,” Casper spat.