They have managed to shut down one cyber-warrior, but their handler seems to be blocking their device. Gathering their wounded together, Deacon and Fiddlestix regroup to come up with a plan.
Deacon sat heavily beside her, covered in blood and cyber fluid. “Now what?” He panted, taking a sip from a bottle of water he’d taken from a cabinet nearby. He handed her the bottle and she took a grateful sip.
“Now that the signal’s jammed, we have to find Livingston, their handler. We have to take him out.”
“Okay, how we gonna do that, Hannah-Belle?” He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling.
“They’ll protect him,” she said half to herself. “If I were a half crazed, cyber handler, where the hell would I go?“
“Want to see a schematic of the area?”
“Deacon, I’d love to see that.”
“Cool,” he grinned again, jumping to his feet.
She took his proffered hand, even though she didn’t need it, simply because she wanted him to touch her. He motioned her to follow him to a view screen on the wall. Tapping in a few commands, he showed her a floor plan of the compound. Zooming in the image, he brought it to their position.
“There’s us,” he indicated the green blips representing their small force.
“If we plug in the scanner, can we use this to find Livingston?”
“We can but try.” He whistled sharply. “Jasper.”
His younger brother walked over. Deacon explained what Fiddlestix suggested. “Can you do it?”
“Hell, yeah, Deacon. Piece of cake. Give me fifteen minutes.”
“You have ten.”
“Cool, I only needed five.” Laughing, he went to work.
Deacon led Fiddlestix away from the others, turning off his communicator. Figuring he wanted a chat between leaders, she did so as well.
“You’re a hell of a warrior, Hannah-Belle,” he whispered.
Taking her in his arms, he kissed her. Shocked at first, she pushed away from him, but he held her tightly. After a moment, she realized that she didn’t want to push away and clung to him almost desperately. Warming to his touch, she matched his intensity. Most men would have been intimidated and pulled away, but Deacon wasn’t like most men. Their kiss lasted less than two minutes, but left them both breathless.
“I really didn’t mean for that to happen,” Deacon backed shyly away a few steps.
“Me either,” she admitted awkwardly.
“It was damn good though,” he chuckled.
“Hannah, when this is over….”
She put her hand on his lips, stopping him. “When this is over, Deacon, I’ll go back to work.”
“I understand,” he whispered. “But before you do….” He left the invitation unspoken.
“Yeah,” she agreed with a sharp nod. “You better.”
Jasper whistled to get his attention. Suddenly, she and Deacon were back to business.
Fiddlestix looked at the schematic. “He’s not here!” She frowned, looking even more carefully. “Am I missing him?”
Deacon and Jasper were looking just as intently. Harmony came up behind them, also gazing at the wall.
“He’s not here,” Fiddlestix grumbled. “He’s not here!”
“We’ll find him, Hannah.”
“He could be anywhere! Oh, God,” she turned wide eyes on Deacon. “The rest of the compound. He’s taken the others to try a frontal attack. This was just a diversion! Dammit!”
Deacon didn’t follow, so she explained. “Look. We found only three of his men. Where are the rest?”
Deacon, Jasper and Harmony gazed at the map that was zoomed in to show their immediate area.
“Where,” she said, unzooming the image. “The hell are the rest?”
Red blips showed up moving slowly around the outside of the compound. One group was headed to the east, the other to the west.
© 2018 Dellani Oakes