I never once, not in any firefight or infiltration, HALO jump or even drown proofing had I been scared like this.
“It’s a Bell. Friendly.” The familiar whiz of bullets had the hairs on my arms raise. “Shit, not friendly.”
“Quincy! Get the fuck out of there!” I shouted.
“They want to shoot me down.”
“Get back to base!” Taft called.
“I’ll bring them right to you,” she countered.
“Oh shit,” I breathed. I covered up the comms speaker and turned to Ford. “She knows it’s Williams and doesn’t want to bring them to us.”
Ford clenched his jaw. “They know where we are. They were coming here anyway. She’s trying to protect us.”
“Christ, we need protecting?” Hayes said, patting his chest. “Bring it.”
Ford nodded.
“Take this, you fucker,” she muttered.
“She’s firing back,” Hayes said. We couldn’t see shit, but we could picture it in our heads.
“Fuck. Come on…. Come onnnnnnnn.”
“Get an extraction team on the horn,” I yelled.
“Extraction team? Quincyisthat team,” Hayes reminded me.
“Give me something,” I snapped back.
“Coordinates are–” Taft stated.
“Mayday. Mayday.”
Holy shit. She’d been hit, and she was crashing. From what I could tell on the radar, she was a few miles from here in the hills. It was rugged terrain with no place to land. It didn’t sound like she waslanding.
“Stay alive, Quincy. Stay fucking alive.”
Taft popped to his feet. “I know the coordinates.”
“Get the gear.”
Hayes led the dash to the greenhouse where we had an impressive supply of weaponry.
“Where’s my grandmother?” Ford asked.
We were sprinting across the field, and all I could see in my mind was Quincy in a twisted heap of metal.
“In town. City council meeting,” Taft said as we entered the greenhouse and began to prep for an attack and a rescue.
Thank fuck she wasn’t here.
“Text her to tell her not to come home until she hears from us. They’re coming here next,” Ford said. “We have minutes.”
I was putting on my backpack, loading it with weapons and ammo without even thinking about it. Quincy. That’s all I had on my mind.
“I’m going for Quincy.”