After examining a map of the compound, Fiddlestix realizes that the warriors they just fought were a distraction. The others can be seen moving in on the rest of the compound. Their leader isn’t anywhere to be seen.
“We have to get back there now,” Fiddlestix gasped.
“They’re on foot,”Deacon assured her. “We’ll get there first. Don’t worry.”
“What about this lot?” Jasper motioned to the downed warriors.
“They’re not going anywhere,” Deacon assured him.
“Kill them,” Fiddlestix warned him.
“You’re supposed to bring them back, aren’t you?” Harmony asked her.
“The parameters of the mission just changed,” Fiddlestix said. “Take them out, Harm.”
“Yes, Master Sergeant.” He chambered a round on his heavy weapon.
Standing a safe distance from the shut down warrior, he emptied his magazine into the control panel at the base of the skull. Reloading, he moved to the other, doing the same thing. “Is that satisfactory, Master Sergeant?”
“That’ll about do it. Let’s move out, people!”
They left the wounded in the hands of the medical personnel, Kaz among them. Fiddlestix didn’t stop to see how he was. She hoped he would still be alive when she got back. There was no time to worry over him now. Others needed her more.
Loading up the Jeeps took a couple of minutes, but they made up for it in actual transportation time. On the way, Deacon contacted the commanding officers at the other three gates, warning them what was coming.
“We want the handler,” Fiddlestix told them. “Take him out, the rest will be relatively easy.”
“I don’t think I like how you qualify that statement, Hannah-Belle.”
“Nothing’s ever easy. But if we take out Livingston, it will be less difficult. Still have to tag them within a line of sight.”
“True.” He leaned back, putting his arm around her as Jasper drove. “When this is over, I get you alone. All to myself, ” he whispered, his lips close to her ear.
“Which way, Deacon? East or west?” Jasper called.
“Did we get a visual of Livingston on the scan?”
“Find me a screen, littler brother.”
“You got it!”
He turned right without slowing down much. Pulling up in front of a room, he left the Jeep running while Deacon and Fiddlestix jumped from the vehicle. Dashing into the room, they accessed the scanner again. Livingston didn’t show up on any of the scans.
“He must be somewhere out of range,” Deacon muttered, glaring at the screen as if it had done him an injury.
“Is there anywhere he could hide that’s shielded? Could he be inside, but hidden?”
“Oh, God,” Deacon groaned. “The cloak room.”
“You’ve got a room for coats?”
“No, no the cloaking device. The thing that made your people disappear. That area is shielded because it has an independent power source that makes our other instruments go all wonky otherwise.”
“Where’s it located?”
“Shine Peak. About a quarter mile straight up.”
“Can we get there from here?”
“You good at mountain climbing?”
“Tell me there’s an elevator.”
“There is, but if he’s up there, do you really want to trust it?”
“Jasper, take us to the fire station.”
Deacon leaped in the back of the Jeep, giving Fiddlestix a hand up.
“You got it, Deacon.” Jasper swung them around in a tight arc, heading back the way they’d come.
“Saunders, it’s Deacon,” he spoke into his communicator.
“Have me a two man flitter set up. I’ll be there in less than five.”
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