“It’s not you,” Noah said. “I don’t like it.”
“Me either,” Aubrey said. “It’s never been that loud before.”
We all shared a look and stared moving toward the shed as fast as we could.
“He’s in there,” Noah stated.
“You got mental GPS?” Marcus teased.
“I don’t know how you all live without this,” he answered.
“Mom’s have it,” Aubrey said. “And that’s how I know you’re right.”
Someone stepped directly into our path, brandishing a shotgun. We all managed to pull up short.
Now what?
“Feds?” he asked pointing at mine and Noah’s chests.
I looked down at the giant FBI on the top left side and back up at him. “You’re quick.”
“Jordan…” Aubrey whispered.
He stared at her, then stepped to the side. “They’re in the shed, like you thought. I sent in some weapons, two guns and four knives. I have no idea if your man can use any of that.”
“Carly can shoot,” Aubrey said.
“I certainly fucking hope so. I didn’t spend eighteen months teaching her knitting,” he said. “You got about five minutes to get that door open and get them out. The generator is rigged, and is going to take the diesel tanker with it. I’mhopingthe fire won’t be anywhere near that shed, but once it goes, this whole place is going down.”
I stared at him. “CIA.”
“Don’t blow my fucking cover. I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself.” He shouldered the gun and jogged past them.
“Go,” Marcus said. “Go go! We need to get them out. That shed won’t hold up if that generator goes.”
“What did he mean the whole place is going down?” I asked.
“Don’t let Smoke know I told you, but it all slid together when he said they had someone here. Jordan showed up about three years ago and did everything right to get into Gerry’s good graces. He quickly got to be important, all while teaching me and Carly how to protect ourselves against him. When Smoke said they were after Gerry for the gun running? It all made sense. Jordan is CIA and he’s working with the Germans to get this all taken down.”
“Never piss off the Germans,” Noah said.
“So the generator blowing is going to be the signal to take the place down,” I said. “We need to move faster.”
I actually started jogging, and Noah fell in step with me.
“How do we get the lock off?” I asked.
“Hammer? Shoot it?” Noah said.
Marcus hushed us and motioned us to go around the back of the shed. We all stopped at the back and looked around.
Noah wrapped on the tin with a knuckle. “Bro?”
“Bro!” came the answer.
My legs almost went out from under me. They were alive. Chase managed to grab my arm and keep me upright until I self-corrected.
“We need to get you out,” Noah hissed at Uriah.
