Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
A geeky looking older guy tries to push past to get out, but Bull glares down at him and he backs off without a fight. The mood is strange. The near death experience has put everyone on the same team temporarily, but the groups have split off into their different factions, watching each other with suspicion. A graying lady with sharp eyes is crouching behind a chair, watching for her chance. Everyone wants to get the fuck out, but nobody wants to show anyone else their backs.
Fucking Silas McGrath, walks out of the back hall flanked by two guards. He looks around in disgust. I’m surprised to see him here, he usually stays in the background, happy to take people’s money and fuck up their lives from a distance.
Rory hesitates at the top of the slide. “I don't know if I can—”
“Sorry, babe, but this is a get the fuck out before we're all on fire sort of situation.” Wrapping her slim wrist in my fist, I yank her close. “You're gonna be fine, okay? We’ll get you out of here and home before you know it.”
“But—”
The door to the front bathroom pops open, revealing Whittaker, supported by his bodyguard. The dark patch on his suit jacket has spread. Someone needs to get that fucker to a hospital, but considering he’s got more money than God and is at the center of this whole mess, he can solve his own problems.
“Wait!” Whittaker yells, just as a second explosion rocks the plane, followed by the deafening whoosh of a fireball billowing through the door to the back.
“Time’s up!” I toss Rory out the door and onto the slide, not giving a fuck about her surprised yelp. She can complain when she's safe.
The rest of us follow, reaching the bottom of the slide about the same time. Just as we roll off and to our feet, flames shoot out of the back of the plane. Smoke billows out the door as rats flee the sinking ship. Grabbing Rory's shoulders, I haul her away as fast as she can move.
Something booms and pieces of plane drop around us with loud crunches and heavy thumps. A particular big one slams into the ground right by my feet. “Don’t stop! Move!” I pull Rory with me, Diesel and Bull right on our heels.
I’ve got no fucking clue where we are, but I know we had at least an hour left on the flight. It looks like a private air strip, and people are already flooding out in response. An emergency truck is speeding our way, and I hear sirens in the distance. A few people give us looks, but Bull points back towards the wreck. “There are still people on board!” In the grand scheme of things, nobody seems to give shit about three random bikers and a stewardess.
After we get some good distance between us and the activity, we slow down and duck behind the terminal. I scan the small parking lot as a firetruck and an ambulance shows up. “I don’t know about you guys, but if there’s anyone still moving in there I don’t know who to trust not to start shooting again.”
“Damn straight,” rumbles Bull. “Think we can hotwire one of those?”
Diesel nods. “Sure, no problem.”
Rory is quiet, looking over her shoulder at the plane where flames are pouring out the shattered windows and a thick column of black smoke rises to the sky. People are moving, so it’s clear not everyone was killed, but I’d be shocked if at least a few don’t make it.
I put a hand on her shoulder and squeeze to get her attention. “Are you with us or do you want to stay here and see what happens? Whatever's about to go down, we don't wanna be a part of it.”
As if to prove my point, gunshots go off. Are they Whittaker's people? A third party? Don't fucking care.
“W—with you. I’ll go with you.” Rory turns away from the disaster and shakes her head like she’s trying to shake loose some of the shit she’s just seen. She clutches her backpack to her chest. “Let’s get out of here.”
Turns out leaving is even less of a problem than anticipated. Someone left their car with the door open and the fob still inside. They must’ve run to see what happened. The moment we’re all inside, I peel out and spin the car around, aiming us down the access road as fast as this thing will take us. A final explosion thunders, shaking the ground so hard I can feel it through the car.
“Shiiiiiit,” Diesel says with a low whistle. “Remind me to leave Whittaker a one star review. Trip started out pretty good, but I can’t say I’d recommend this to a friend.”
“No fucking kidding.” Bull, in the passenger seat, strokes his beard thoughtfully. “I’m just glad we aren’t in the middle of this shit for once.”