Chapter Thirteen #2

confident that he could hit a man’s T-zone from that

distance?

“Then we need to take him

out of the equation, but not kill him,” Dev said. “Marcel, you and

I need to get up onto that ridge as soon as Reaper takes the shot.

We can’t risk him getting a hold of that gun and taking shots at

Aiden.”

“Copy that.” Marcel’s

voice was barely a whisper.

“Marcel’s been doing his

sneaky shit again,” Reaper said. “He’s only about fifty feet behind

Muir.”

“Great, saves me a trip up

the ridge,” Dev responded, amusement in his tone. “Hit him low in

the abdomen, Reaper. I want him hurting and bleeding badly. Finn

baby, I need you to contact the authorities.”

Nick knew the plan as soon as Dev

started talking. “As soon as we hear that shot, we’ll get to Aiden

with his Leatherman, he’ll get the vest off and then all of us will

high tail it out of these woods until the bomb squad can come in

and dispose of the rest.”

Nick ignored Aiden’s protests about

time running out and it being too dangerous and waited for the

shot. At Dev’s quiet, “go” the shot rang out and Nick and Sam were

on the move. They both burst out of the treeline and sprinted for

Aiden where he sat tied to a garden chair. Although there was fear

and frustration evident on Aiden’s face, Nick couldn’t help but

recognize the relief that shimmered there also.

“You never fucking

listen,” Aiden groused, and Nick grinned back at him.

“Nope, not when it comes

to you telling us to leave you for dead.”

“And we never will,” Sam

said as he moved behind Aiden. “Fuck, your wrists are bleeding. Let

me get this rope off. We’ll have to get the blood off so that you

can work.”

Nick looked at the vest and swallowed

the lump of fear that rose in his throat. The vest was an ordinary

looking flack vest but had wires running along the seams and down

the front. Wires flowed into each and every pocket of the vest, and

Nick knew there was C4 or something similar in each compartment.

There was a small screen in the center that was all lit up, and

Nick thought that if this was a movie, there would be a clock

ticking down on the display.

“Right,” Aiden said calmly

as he used Sam’s shirt to wipe the blood from his palms, his gaze

locked to the vest. “Hand me my Leatherman, and let’s see if I

can’t save the fucking day.”

Nick watched as Aiden calmly began to

assess the vest in more detail, trailing each and every wire he

could reach and asking Sam or him to trace those that ran around

his back. He worked methodically, separating wires, and cutting

some almost immediately, and he continued to talk to himself as he

worked.

“Sam,” Marcel’s voice came

over the comms, and the three of them stilled.

“Yeah?”

“Muir doesn’t look so

good,” Marcel advised. “His breathing is shallow and his skin has

an odd pallor to it.”

Sam frowned. “Check his pulse. Is it

slowing down?”

There was a pause for a moment.

“Negative, it’s racing like crazy.”

Sam cursed. “Fucker’s having a heart

attack. Go faster, Aiden.”

This time Aiden cursed, and his

fingers began to move faster on the vest. There were still way too

many wires on the vest for Nick’s liking

“I’ve disconnected the

circuit to the IED’s on the path up here,” Aiden said, his voice

sounding a little ragged. “But I can’t disconnect the damn

explosives on the vest because I can’t find the connection to

Muir’s heartbeat.”

“Then just take the

fucking thing off,” Nick snapped.

Aiden’s head shot up. “What if that

sets it off? I can’t see if he’s set anything beneath the

vest.”

“We don’t have a choice,”

Sam said as he dropped to his knees beside Aiden. “Take it off,

then let’s get outta here. Either way, we go together. Three of

us.”

Nick dropped down next to Sam, putting

one hand on Aiden’s knee and wrapping his other arm around Sam’s

waist. “Just as it’s meant to be. The three of us, together to the

very end.”

Aiden met his gaze, and Nick read so

many emotions in his eyes it was hard to name them all. “Okay. You

ready? Once I get this off, we run.”

Nick nodded, standing up so that he

could yank Aiden from the chair and physically carry him from this

place if necessary, and Sam followed suit on the other

side.

“I love you, both of you,

with everything that I am,” Aiden whispered. Then after two quick

deep breaths, he ripped the seam that ran up his right side until

the garment hung from him, and then he yanked it over his head and

threw it as far away as he could.

Nick was about to yank Aiden up and

into his arms, but Sam beat him to it.

“Run!” Sam yelled and then

all three of them were sprinting for the relative safety of the

trees. They were about ten feet from them when a blast behind them

threw them into the air, and Nick could feel the heat of it as the

percussion wave hit them. He hit the ground and grunted in pain as

the shock rocked through his already abused body. He lay there for

a moment, and just as he was about to lift his head, another

explosion sounded, followed by a further three in quick

succession.

Nick dropped his head to his arms and

waited for it to stop, the sound of debris falling all around them

the only sound he could hear over the slight ringing in his ears.

When it seemed to have stopped, he lifted his head to look at the

carnage around them. Trees were burning, embers and debris littered

the forest floor around them, and he could hear sirens off in the

distance that said help was on its way.

He looked over to where Sam and Aiden

lay, both of them looking around just as he was. “You two

okay?”

Both nodded.

“What the fuck was that,

Aiden? I thought you said you had that circuit closed off and those

other three wouldn’t explode?”

Aiden sat up, rubbing his sore wrist

and shrugged. “What can I say? The prick must have had a failsafe

timer in that last one. I’m not fucking perfect, you

know.”

Sam laughed as he wrapped an arm

around Aiden’s shoulder. “Oh, I don’t know. I think you’re pretty

damn perfect myself.”

And Nick couldn’t help but

agree.

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