With that fear percolating in his head, his heart was racing, and his pulse was erratic.
Yeah, he had to go sit down.
There was the mother of all panic attacks about to happen as he realized he was all alone and trapped without anyway of escape.
Poe couldn’t do this alone.
He wasn’t good at survival without the basics of human comforts.
When Hemmingway died, he had his parents to remind him he wasn’t all alone in the world.
If he didn’t get out of this cave…
It took everything he had not to freak out.
EVERYTHING.
“I can do this,” he whispered, over and over again. “I won’t die in here.”
Poe sat back down, and wrapped his arms around his legs to get small. He rested his forehead on his knees, and said a prayer.
For him, the truth was simple. He was putting all of his faith in a man who had been broken and damaged three months ago.
His survival came down to one thing.
How well he’d healed Gamble.
Oh, this might go bad.
And he knew it.
* * * Hunters * * *
After Dark
Evening
One Hour Later
The swamp was no one’s friend—especially at night when the sun went down. It was even more dangerous, and the slightest mistake meant your life.
The treacherous things came out after dark.
The gators.
The snakes.
The mercenaries.
Now, with them arriving at the edge of the water, it was time to get down to business.
Maura was ready, but Jagger was not. He really had a bad feeling about this, and taking his pregnant wife into the water wasNOThis ideal moment.
Granted, they had three more Marines with them, and one of them was an Archangel, that didn’t help him out.
Not.
At.
