Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
HULK
What is happening?
Cobra and I make our way through the thick brush toward the location Thea decoded. I still can’t believe she managed to get it figured out so fast when there were so many of us that tried and couldn’t. Hell, even Cryos’s person couldn’t, and they’re some kind of computer genius. You’d think this would be a piece of cake for them, but I guess not. Either way, it’s enough we already found the decoy house, and we’ve surpassed it.
If Thea’s location is right, then it’s coming up here momentarily.
Cobra is quiet as he follows me, but I can feel the tension rolling off him. The two of us were paired up to scout this location, while other teams went to check out a few more. It was decided that until the women and children are securely on their way to their destinations, we won’t strike. We can’t risk them being unguarded. Not with the hits out on them.
I don’t know Cobra well, but he’s keeping up and following my steps expertly to avoid too much noise, so I’ll take it. I’m still a bit unsure of the Misfits, but then again, I’ve not been around too many 1%er clubs before now, so it’s possible that my own biases are getting in the way.
When we finally reach the edge of the clearing, we stop and then I see it. A door hidden in the side of the mountain that two men are currently walking out of. Jackpot.
I quietly pull my phone and take a couple of pictures, before I put it away and turn to tell Cobra to back out as quietly as we can. But when I turn, I don’t see him. Where the hell did he go? I bite back my frustration, turning my head and listening, trying to see if I can figure out where he wandered off to.
I hear a rustling a few feet away and I turn to head that way. Suddenly, something hard hits the back of my head, and my world goes black for a moment as pain explodes in my head, and I feel myself falling to the ground. What the fuck?
“Sorry, brother,” I hear a voice say, but my brain is too fuzzy to make out why it sounds so familiar. Who are they? Another blow to the head almost has me passing out completely.
No, I have to stay awake. I need to remember.
“Consider this the first step to your repayment,” a deep voice says, and I struggle to stay awake. It doesn’t sound familiar. And is that a Russian accent? Why are people talking in Russian?
“What’s going to happen to him?” the other voice asks. Does he mean me?
“That is not your concern. Now, get out of here before I kill you and be done with it.” I hear footsteps crashing through the brush. Wait, where is he going?
I try to open my eyes but they’re too heavy, and the darkness in my mind swirls, until it finally pulls me under.