I felt over the distance which was growing between us and our girl.
Niall had messaged to let me know he was with her and was going to get her out of the city, but I hadn’t heard anything since and the not knowing was driving me crazy.
The four of us had made the other members of our truck move their asses off of the bench at the back of the bed within the first hour of getting here so that we could sit with our backs to the cab in the best position available, but it was still pretty fucking abysmal. And by 'the four of us' I really meant me. Nash had seemed a little less than impressed when I'd gotten my ass up and told the fuckers who had been sitting here to vacate while Saint had a look on his face which said it was about damn time. I didn't care if I was just proving how much of an asshole I was by doing it either. This was a dog-eat-dog world, and I was a wolf come to devour them all. The sooner they learned it, the faster they'd figure out that it was best to keep the fuck out of my way.
The truck finally pulled to a halt and I blew out a frustrated breath as I stood up, hating how far we'd just come from our girl while running over the best ways for us to get the fuck out of here and back to her as soon as we could. But as Saint had pointed out on plenty of occasions, I wasn't really the brains of this outfit, so most of my plans hinged on me beating the shit out of some soldiers, stealing their guns and shooting our way out of here. No doubt Saint would come up with something a little less suicidal.
"Queue F!" a soldier called out, like that was supposed to mean something to us as he unbolted the back of the truck to let us all off.
I shoved my way through the crowd of people surrounding us as they stood to get off and they quickly cowered back out of the way to let the four of us pass.
My height made it easy enough for me to see over the huge crowds of people to the different queues that had been formed with letters hanging above the entrances to white tents ahead of us.
I hopped down and pointed the way to the queue for Tent F, taking off through the crowd and shoving anyone aside who didn't see me coming fast enough to move.
"I'm not standing around in some fucking queue," Saint growled behind me and I snorted a laugh as I glanced about.
"Of course you're not, Your Highness," I mocked. The thought of Saint Memphis queueing with the norms was damn laughable even if I would have liked to see it.
The soldiers were ringing the crowd in a loose perimeter, each of them armed with assault rifles and looking more than ready to stop anyone who tried to leave.
"I'm guessing our best bet is to head inside before we try to escape," Monroe muttered, echoing my thoughts and I nodded.
"Let's hurry up and get inside then," Saint agreed. "I'm not wasting any more time away from our girl than we have to."
I nodded and took the lead again, carving my way through the crowd towards the front of the queue, ignoring the protests from the people who had been waiting out here for hours already as I set my sights on the head of it. Saint wasn't the only one of us who wasn't going to be forced to stand about out here. I may have been less high maintenance than my elitist friend, but I was still an entitled prick at heart, and in instances like this I gave no shits about that at all.
We made it to the front of the queue, and I stepped in front of the guy there, giving him a hard glare that promised I'd knock his teeth out if he tried to fight me on it. He dropped his gaze to the floor as his cheeks flamed red with unspoken fury and a sense of injustice that would no doubt keep him up at night. Not me though - I'd be sleeping like a baby perfectly comfortable in my dickhead ways and not thinking about the fact that I'd ruined his already shitty day ever again.
A soldier stepped out of