What You See (Sons of the Survivalist #3) - Cherise Sinclair Page 0,99
people.”
Hurrying inside, Audrey laid an oversized map on the coffee table. “This is the best overall view of the compound. At least, most of it.” She set a smaller one next to it. “This one shows the buildings with the children. I’ll print off more for you, but these will get you started.”
“That’s perfect,” Caz said. “Just what we need.”
Audrey grinned. “I’ve learned how the old man likes to make plans.”
Gabe shot her a chiding look, then chuckled. “Thank you, Goldilocks.” He pulled forward the map that showed Dall Road and the turnoff to the PZ compound as well as the neighboring roads and cabins. His finger traced a route from the children’s barracks, through the fence, then southward along the east to two cabins at the end of a road. “That’s not an easy walk to Knox’s and Chevy’s, especially at night. We’ll need woods-savvy volunteers to escort the rescues out so we can fight a rearguard action.”
Rearguard action. She should have thought of that. The PZs would undoubtedly come after them. Frankie felt her spine straighten. They damn well wouldn’t get near Kit or Aric.
“Could get messy.” Hawk gave her a nod before leaning over the map. “I’ll move the helicopter to the meadow behind Chevy’s cabin. I’ll come in without lights, so light me up a landing spot.”
Madonna, they were all going to help her. She looked around the room. “Thank y-you.” Her voice cracked.
Lillian squeezed her hand. “This is what families do.”
“We have the helicopter for seriously wounded,” Caz said. “For the rest, I’ll load extra medic kits in my car.”
Medic kits. Helicopters for the wounded. Wounded.
Bull could die. His family could die. She could still feel the impact of the bullet hitting her arm, see the red pouring over her skin. “Bull.” His name came out almost inaudible, and she took his arm in her hands, trying not to shake.
There was no choice. This was the best plan to save little Aric. Save all those women and children. But the risk was… Guilt and fear and determination roiled together.
Caz was watching her. “I wondered how long it would take to hit her,” he said to his brothers.
Hawk’s snort sounded like a laugh.
Half-smiling, Gabe shook his head.
Bull lifted her into his lap and rubbed his cheek against hers. “Hey, it’s been far too boring around here. This’ll be fun.”
“Deficiente.” She yanked on his shirt to get him to listen. “You will be careful and take no chances. You will all be careful.”
Bull gripped her wrists, and his gaze turned serious. “There is always a danger of being hurt when on a mission, but we’ve wanted to go after the Zealots for a good while now. Thank you for the perfect reason.”
When she blinked in disbelief, Hawk moved his shoulders. “What he said.”
“Exactly.” Gabe smiled at her. “While we’re setting up, I’ll talk to the DEA and FBI. By the time their agents arrive, we should be back in Rescue with the women and children—and the PZs will have the feds to worry about. Now, let’s finish getting this planned out.”
Caz frowned. “They have dogs and wandering sentries.”
Frankie leaned forward and set her finger on a square. “Here, this is the corner watchtower guard that overlooks the area behind the women’s barracks.”
Hawk stretched his legs out and smiled slightly. “Watchtower’s mine.”
Before she could respond, Bull said, “Gryff and I might have an idea or two about the dogs. Gryff’ll want to play.” His dark eyes glinted with laughter.
Frankie shook her head. Mako must have had an…interesting…sense of humor because his sons seemed to have inherited it.
At Obadiah’s small prefab, Kit was trying to make his bed with one hand. Her right arm was in a sling and ached like…like a broken bone. God, it had hurt so much worse than when he’d snapped two of her fingers. Even more than when he’d broken one of her ribs. The memory, the sound of her arm breaking still echoed within her other bones, leaving a shivery feeling inside.
Her husband sat at the small table and ate the pie she’d brought him from the cafeteria. He liked making her wait on him. Especially on the nights he wasn’t on sentry duty and he could fuck her before he went to bed.
Oh, Frankie, you were so right about him.
Fear for her friend made her fidget. They knew about Frankie, and Obadiah had asked over and over why she’d have come to Alaska. Kit kept repeating that Frankie’d always wanted to vacation