Chapter 13 Synn
Synn
I tear across the compound, directly to Harris's room.
I am going to kill Trikk. Pazessca better not be hurt.
I'm fiddling with my phone, trying to figure out how the hell to check the tracker I had put in my girl while she was in the hospital. No one knows I had it done. I talked the Doctor into it.
I bang on Harris’s door. “Harris, it's an emergency!”
The door is thrown open, a tired-looking Harris on the other side. “Synn, what the hell? What's wrong?”
“Pazessca is missing. Someone took her. That idiot Trikk took her to some cafe and was knocked out. I have a tracker, but I don’t know how to use it,” I ramble.
“The fuck?” Harris’s face reddens with rage. “Where? When? How?”
“Some cafe twenty minutes from here. Trikk took one of the cars.”
“And what about a tracker?” Harris looks at me in confusion.
“I had one put in when she was unconscious at the Doctor’s office.”
Harris’s brows rise. “That was bold. Pretty Girl will kill you. But I can’t say it was a bad thing to do.”
I nod, jaw working with my panic.
“Let me see your phone.” Harris holds out his hand, tapping his foot anxiously.
I hand it over, and he clicks and scrolls. After a minute, he motions me to get closer to see the screen.
“This is the map of the area. It's all in real time. See this red dot? That’s the tracker. You can zoom in and out of the map, like this.” Harris shows me and continues. “The dot isn’t moving. Where the hell even is this?” He squints at the screen. “There’s nothing around there. What the hell?”
“How will I know if there’s movement?” I ask.
“You’ll get a loud alert. Now come on—we need to bring this to Jax.”
I nod, following him over to Jax's office.
My heart is in my throat. Why isn’t the fucking dot moving?
We make it to the office, knocking on the door frame since it’s already open. Jax looks up from his desk.
“What's going on?” His eyes flit back and forth between me and Harris.
Harris quickly explains, handing him my phone. “This is an unpopulated area about an hour from here. All that’s there are trees and grass...”
My face pales. What if…?
Nope. I will not go there.
“Let’s take this over to Thor, Bill, and Purge. They should still be in the computer lab,” Jax says, standing from his desk.
We follow him out, walking quickly to the lab.
All three look up sharply when Jax enters, followed closely by me and Harris.
“What’s up?” Purge asks, brows raised.
I tell him, his face turning ghostly white as I explain.
“Give me the phone,” he barks.
Jax passes it to him, and he scans the map. “This is the middle of nowhere.”
“Let me see it, man,” Thor says, rolling his chair up next to his. He gives it to him, and he clucks as he sees the same thing we do. He nods once, moving back to his computer. “I’ll run the coordinates and try to figure out where she might be.”
Bill pipes up from the corner, “I’ll take charge of checking security cameras in the area where she was taken.”
Purge looks at me, mouth set in a firm line. “Did you put that tracker in her without her knowledge?”
“Yes, and it’s a good fucking thing I did.” My teeth grind together in defense.
“I agree, actually,” Purge sighs. “Where is Trikk?”
The sound of running feet travels towards us, and he bursts through the door, panting. “So sorry, guys! I came back as fast as I could.”
I'm across the room in a flash, grabbing Trikk by his shirt and shaking him like a rag doll. “What. The. Fuck. Were. You. Thinking?” I yell, my rage a breath away from consuming me.
Trikk starts to sputter. “S-she asked nicely. S-she needed a distraction. I thought I had it handled, bro. I'm so fucking sorry!”
“That’s enough!” Jax yells, causing me to freeze, then drop Trikk. “The posturing can wait until later. We need to find Phoenyxx first.”
I grit my teeth, and push out, “Yeah,” in agreement, blowing out a long breath.
I step closer to the computers, eyes flying from screen to screen, trying to make sense of what I'm looking at. “So—?”
But an excited Thor blurts out, "Dudes! it seems like she’s stationary.” He points to the screen. “It’s a huge forest, though. Miles of it. The asshole could possibly be using a scrambler. That’s just a theory, though.”
“Fuck,” Harris exclaims, scrubbing a hand through his blonde hair. “We need to send out several teams to cover that much area.”
“Harris, remember your place,” Jax reminds him.
I'm guessing Harris doesn’t make any of the big decisions around here. We all know Jax is the head honcho. I just assumed Harris was a decision-maker as well.
“Wait—I might have something in this security footage,” Bill calls out.
We all rush over.
“There is a camera across the street from the cafe, at a small gas station. Check this out.” Bill clicks on the image, blowing it up bigger.
“See this car? It's got heavily tinted windows. Now, watch.” He presses play, and we see Pazessca and Trikk leave the cafe, heading off to their left.
Some rando walks out after them, trailing them in the same direction.
“Is that all? This tells us nothing,” I fume.
“Hold on,” Bill mutters. He clicks on another window, pulling it up. “This is the security from a gym a few doors down from the cafe, on the same side of the street.”
He presses play again, and I hold my breath as I watch the man walk up right on them. He slaps Trikk on the back, and he falls like a sack of potatoes. He puts an arm around my girl, saying something into Pazessca’s ear.
Her eyes widen, and she walks with him in the opposite direction, towards the tinted windowed car.
She stops suddenly, rage splaying out on her face.
She yells something, and he says something back.
He opens the car door in the back, shoving her inside.
He jumps in the driver’s seat and takes off like a bat out of Hell.
Bill rewinds it a bit, zooming in close on the man. “He has a gun. See that?” He presses play once more, in slow motion.
“Son of a bitch!” Trikk yells, his fists balled up tight.
It's very rare for Trikk to lose his shit like this. He is almost close to lashing out.
“Brother.” I hold out my hand, bringing him in close for a man-hug. “Take some breaths. We need you with us to find Pazessca.”
“Sorry,” Trikk apologizes, taking a few deep breaths.
“Jax—the plan?” I turn towards the man who runs shit here, impatient to get this train rolling.
“This is going to take time. I have to assemble the teams, send them out to scout the area and check for threats, and hopefully narrow down where to look.”
“No, we’ll go!” Trikk shouts, his body shaking with rage.
“No, Trikk, you will not. This must be done with trained men,” Jax answers.
“He’s right,” a frustrated Harris admits. “It has to be done the right way. Our girl’s life is on the line. We can’t afford to fuck this up by jumping the gun.”
“With that being said, I do want some of you with knowledge of this kind of mission to go along. Discuss amongst yourselves who will be going once we’re ready. We'll send out at least four teams. Our men will be with each team,” Jax explains.
“How many per vehicle?” Harris asks.
“Six, maximum.”
“Me, Razor, and Ghost in one,” I toss out. The most vicious of us should be together.
Purge speaks up. “Me and—"
“Sorry, but I’ll need all the hackers to stay here. That includes you, Harris,” Jax tells him.
“Fuck.” Purge jumps up, his rage raising a red flag to me.
“Not time to Rage Out yet, man, okay?” I say quietly, not wanting the others to overhear.
“So that leaves me and Frost, I guess,” Trikk says, right as a pissed off 3 stomps into the room, his chest heaving.
“Where is she? Heard yelling.” He looks at Trikk. “Well?”
Trikk winces, as Jax quickly explains to catch him up to speed.
“Me,” 3 roars, startling all of us. “I go too!”
“Damn,” Thor mutters.
“No, absolutely not. You are a loose cannon, son,” Jax tells him.
“Am. Going,” 3 pushes out.
I raise a brow, not opposed to it. I saw what that guy was capable of when he took out the orderlies in The Morgue.
“Let him come, we need all the help we can get.” I say, shock showing on Harris’s face before he schools it again.
3 snorts, earning a laugh from Thor.
“Alright. Let us work on this. You guys go do something about all that pent-up energy in the meantime,” Jax says, moving out of the door.
My heart is in my throat. Patience isn’t my strong suit.
I'm trying to focus on the task at hand.
Soon we’ll be able to go look for our girl.