Page 2 of Dangerous Mission
I grab the armrests as the plane pitches and yaws. The storm is unrelenting. Wind makes the engine strain. Barely a few seconds pass between flashes of glaring light that tear through the cabin.
It’s a scene straight out of a nightmare.
I’ve never been religious, but right now feels like a good time to make the sign of the cross over my heart. Maybe some guardian angel will hear.
My pulse alternately races and stalls. Stutters and jerks to a start again.
Please let us live.
Give me dark, cold water any day over stupid turbulence.
“Hang in there,” Griff says with a dark laugh.
How can he be laughing when he's in agony?
“Just worry about yourself, big brother.”
“I’m fine.”
A yelp of pain from him makes me jump in my seat. Heart racing, my sweaty palms clutch the armrests. I’ve never felt more helpless in my life.
When I look at Brundage in the seat behind Griff, his eyes are closed.
“Brudgage, we have to do something!”
“Nothing we can do, but get on the ground.”
Tears roll down my cheeks, tightening my throat until I can’t breathe.
Griff moans, growls. Contorts on himself.I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “This will be over soon. We’ll get you to a doctor and everything will be okay.”
Not only do I feel helpless, a wave of fear presses me back into my seat.
The weight of this job is going to be on my shoulders. Brundage is a liability.
Griff needs me. A woman is missing.
The pressure couldn’t be higher.
And then the wing tip catches on the ground…
Chapter Two
The wipers slash violently back and forth. The storm a perfect background score for the whirring thoughts in my head.How is it possible we haven’t found this woman?
The sound of my ringtone snaps me back and I blink the grit out of my eyes. I hit accept and refocus on the murky pool of light in front of the truck.
“Beast, what’s up?”
“Where are you?”
My team leader sounds as tired as I feel.
I hit the volume button on the console to crank up his end of the call so I can hear him over the onslaught lashing the outside of the truck.
“About fifteen klicks from home base.”
Voice blasting out of the speakers, he asks, “Near the airport?”
