Bruenner looked at him for a long moment. "Wainwright knows."
Lance sighed and leaned his head back against a stone. "Yeah. He does."
"But you don't trust me."
"Bruenner, we've known each other how long?" he argued. "Mooney and I are old friends."
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her, but he just couldn't find the right words. How do you tell someone you were around for the fall of Rome? He sighed again.
The crunching of tires on the dirt trail caught his attention. Someone was driving towards the old logging camp. "Quick! Behind those rocks!"
They had just ducked behind some of the larger boulders when a brand-new black Hummer came rumbling down the trail. It matched the vehicle Mooney had described, and Lance had to admit he was just as curious as his old partner as to what a H2 was doing that far out in the woods. Cautiously, he slid his hand under his jacket and unholstered his Colt.
"The Jeep," Bruenner mouthed, nodding in the direction Lance's own black 4x4.
He gnashed his teeth, hoping either it wouldn't be seen, or the driver would assume they'd gone off for a hike. He breathed a sigh of relief when the enormous SUV continued down the trail without stopping. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Bruenner tucked her own firearm into the back of her jeans. He hadn't even noticed she was wearing it. They waited a few more minutes before climbing back over the boulders.
"You think that was the Hummer Mooney was talking about?" she asked.
"Probably," he nodded.
"What now?" Bruenner asked. "Call for backup?"
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"No cell phone or radio towers for miles. We're out of range."
"What if Mooney's wrong? What if they do have Sarah? If we go back now for help, we'll never know where they've gone."
Lance nodded. "But if Mooney's right and they don't have Sarah, we could be in for much more than we bargained for."
"I can handle myself."
Before he could argue, Bruenner was heading back to the Jeep. Lance followed suit, stifling a grumble.
"We need to get down there as soon as possible," she said sharply, buckling her seat belt. "How much farther is it to that logging camp?"
"Another mile or so," he replied, starting the engine.
"Let's go."
If Bruenner really was a pre-Immortal, she needed to know. Especially when it looked like they were headed into something that could get ugly. But one look at the way she impatiently drummed her long fingers on her knee, he knew she wasn't thinking about anything else but Sarah. He didn't even know if she believed his story to begin with. Instead of arguing, he focused his attention on the difficult terrain and trying to find the quickest, and safest, part of the trail. It took the better part of an hour before they reached the camp.
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Lance sighed and leaned his head back against a stone. "Yeah. He does."
"But you don't trust me."
"Bruenner, we've known each other how long?" he argued. "Mooney and I are old friends."
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her, but he just couldn't find the right words. How do you tell someone you were around for the fall of Rome? He sighed again.
The crunching of tires on the dirt trail caught his attention. Someone was driving towards the old logging camp. "Quick! Behind those rocks!"
They had just ducked behind some of the larger boulders when a brand-new black Hummer came rumbling down the trail. It matched the vehicle Mooney had described, and Lance had to admit he was just as curious as his old partner as to what a H2 was doing that far out in the woods. Cautiously, he slid his hand under his jacket and unholstered his Colt.
"The Jeep," Bruenner mouthed, nodding in the direction Lance's own black 4x4.
He gnashed his teeth, hoping either it wouldn't be seen, or the driver would assume they'd gone off for a hike. He breathed a sigh of relief when the enormous SUV continued down the trail without stopping. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Bruenner tucked her own firearm into the back of her jeans. He hadn't even noticed she was wearing it. They waited a few more minutes before climbing back over the boulders.
"You think that was the Hummer Mooney was talking about?" she asked.
"Probably," he nodded.
"What now?" Bruenner asked. "Call for backup?"
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"No cell phone or radio towers for miles. We're out of range."
"What if Mooney's wrong? What if they do have Sarah? If we go back now for help, we'll never know where they've gone."
Lance nodded. "But if Mooney's right and they don't have Sarah, we could be in for much more than we bargained for."
"I can handle myself."
Before he could argue, Bruenner was heading back to the Jeep. Lance followed suit, stifling a grumble.
"We need to get down there as soon as possible," she said sharply, buckling her seat belt. "How much farther is it to that logging camp?"
"Another mile or so," he replied, starting the engine.
"Let's go."
If Bruenner really was a pre-Immortal, she needed to know. Especially when it looked like they were headed into something that could get ugly. But one look at the way she impatiently drummed her long fingers on her knee, he knew she wasn't thinking about anything else but Sarah. He didn't even know if she believed his story to begin with. Instead of arguing, he focused his attention on the difficult terrain and trying to find the quickest, and safest, part of the trail. It took the better part of an hour before they reached the camp.