School of Dreams.
Esteban had gotten attached to the woman and child.
He’d developed a weakness someone had found.
Sam’s pulse thumped hard. Adrenaline surged through him. A trap again? “We gotta get out of herenow!”
Nitro asked in a tight voice, “What’d you find?”
“Esteban was tortured and—”
Angel’s urgent voice came through their comms. “We got company coming in hot. Time to go.”
Sam shoved the note in his vest and swung around to find Nitro and Blade with weapons ready.
Nitro angled his head for them all to leave. He started out the door.
Powerful weapons blasted the structure from different directions sending Nitro backpedaling.
“Get in the armory and keep the door open!” Angel ordered.
Sam had to pull up short to not hit Blade, who uttered, “What the hell?”
The front of the building exploded inside with the Hummer crashing through backward. Bullets pinged off the truck.
Sam stepped over and said, “Go!” Then he laid down high cover as Nitro rushed out and opened the front passenger door. Then he stepped up and unleashed cover for Sam and Blade.
The minute the two of them dove into the back, Angel punched the accelerator, driving the Hummer forward as they yanked doors shut.
They drove straight into a barrage of bullets.
Their attackers must have expected them to escape by dirt road out, not try to run them down.
Someone tossed a grenade just as Angel took a hard cut to the right. The blast rocked their vehicle up on two wheels and would have rolled them if Angel had not avoided a direct hit.
That surprise straight-on attack allowed them to haul ass through the woods, side-swiping trees and bouncing through ruts. Nitro and Sam swung weapons out opposite sides of the truck and fired a barrage of shots while Blade shouted into his sat phone.
Headlights jumped all over the place behind them, closing the distance.
Sam grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin, and kept shooting. He shouted, “Slow down like we got hit, Angel.”
Without questioning why, Angel slowed the truck as if they’d been hit and were losing power.
Mentally counting seconds, Sam watched as two trucks gained ground on them. He tossed the grenade and shouted, “Hit it!”
The Hummer lurched forward and had made thirty feet when the grenade detonated.
The front end of the first truck lifted high and hung there. The second truck slammed the first one, pile-driving the mangled metal into trees.
Angel kept driving with insane control and putting distance between them.
Sam dropped back onto his seat.
Nitro pulled his weapon inside as his butt hit the passenger seat. “What’s our situation, Blade?”
The medic ended the call and lowered the phone. “We’ve got Pablo picking us up in eight minutes.”
“Copy that.”
