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"I haven't been entirely truthful with you." Alison turned to face Aidan, who paused. "I don't have time to get into it now, but they know me in there. I'm going to stall them, try to get them away from your people if possible. You stay out of sight until the backup gets here and then surprise them."
Aidan's jaw tightened. He wasn't happy to find out she'd played him, but seemed to accept this wasn't the time to argue about it. "Fine. Don't make me regret this. I don't have to tell you what will happen if anything happens to Hei- them."
Aidan's threat didn't faze Alison. If something happened to Jamie, she wouldn't be able to live with herself anyway. "Okay then."
Here goes nothing.
Alison looked back at Aidan one last time before heading for the door leading out of the cluttered office space. It creaked heavily as she pushed it open, making her flinch. Hopefully nobody had heard her.
She listened for any movement up or down the stairs. She knew that she'd been kept upstairs during her interrogation. That must mean that the prisoners had been locked up downstairs...
Alison tiptoed down the steps until she heard muffled voices, though she couldn't make out what they were saying exactly. There was another door at the bottom of the staircase, which led into a dimly lit corridor.
Alison pushed the door open. Its shrill squeak sent shivers down her spine. There they were. Heads turned in her direction and she recognized the faces of the two armed guards waiting in front of one of the doors leading off the hallway.
"Lads," Alison mumbled.
The two skinheads exchanged a look and then shrugged and nodded at her. So far so good.
"Gareth called me in, where is he?" Alison asked, hoping they wouldn't detect the slight tremble in her voice.
"In there." One of the men gestured at a door further down the hall.
Alison kept her shoulders straight as she marched onward past the pair of them. She managed to steal a glimpse out the corner of her eye at the door they were guarding, but there was no window to see inside. That's where Jamie was, she could feel him. Hopefully he could feel her, too and then he'd know that she was here to help.
Her feet felt like they were made of lead as she forced herself to move ahead, when all she wanted to do was rush inside that first room to make sure Jamie was okay. Assuming there was nobody else inside the room where the Alliance people were held, the current scenario was ideal for a rescue. As long as she could keep most of the Sons out of the way.
Could she risk a quick message to Aidan to let him know? No way, the two geniuses by the door were probably still gawking at her.
She pushed against the door the guards had pointed out to her and was greeted by a half-dozen surprised faces clad in combat gear, along with three in civilian clothing. The room looked depressing, barren except for a bed and mattress. Paint peeled off the ceiling and walls, revealing damp patches in the concrete. This must have been one of the cells where the Alliance had held their prisoners.
"Alison," Lee Campbell said. "What are you doing here?"
She cocked her head to the side, then jumped ahead to give him a hug. "Dad! I'm so glad you're okay."
Tears burned in her eyes. This was an impossible position to be in. Of course she was glad he was unharmed. He was her father. But since the first night with Jamie, he wasn't really her family anymore.
She let out a sob as his arms tightened around her. "It's okay, darling. It takes a whole lot more than a few days of confinement to bring me down!"
"Sis..." Gareth's voice spoke behind her. "What
are
you doing here? How did you know where to find us?"
She didn't move, just sniffled into her dad's shoulder for a moment while considering her answer.
Of all the familiar faces she'd seen coming into the room, one had been missing: her ex, Ian. Perhaps...
"Ian called me, thought you could use some help handling the prisoners. After all, I'd spoken to some of them
"I haven't been entirely truthful with you." Alison turned to face Aidan, who paused. "I don't have time to get into it now, but they know me in there. I'm going to stall them, try to get them away from your people if possible. You stay out of sight until the backup gets here and then surprise them."
Aidan's jaw tightened. He wasn't happy to find out she'd played him, but seemed to accept this wasn't the time to argue about it. "Fine. Don't make me regret this. I don't have to tell you what will happen if anything happens to Hei- them."
Aidan's threat didn't faze Alison. If something happened to Jamie, she wouldn't be able to live with herself anyway. "Okay then."
Here goes nothing.
Alison looked back at Aidan one last time before heading for the door leading out of the cluttered office space. It creaked heavily as she pushed it open, making her flinch. Hopefully nobody had heard her.
She listened for any movement up or down the stairs. She knew that she'd been kept upstairs during her interrogation. That must mean that the prisoners had been locked up downstairs...
Alison tiptoed down the steps until she heard muffled voices, though she couldn't make out what they were saying exactly. There was another door at the bottom of the staircase, which led into a dimly lit corridor.
Alison pushed the door open. Its shrill squeak sent shivers down her spine. There they were. Heads turned in her direction and she recognized the faces of the two armed guards waiting in front of one of the doors leading off the hallway.
"Lads," Alison mumbled.
The two skinheads exchanged a look and then shrugged and nodded at her. So far so good.
"Gareth called me in, where is he?" Alison asked, hoping they wouldn't detect the slight tremble in her voice.
"In there." One of the men gestured at a door further down the hall.
Alison kept her shoulders straight as she marched onward past the pair of them. She managed to steal a glimpse out the corner of her eye at the door they were guarding, but there was no window to see inside. That's where Jamie was, she could feel him. Hopefully he could feel her, too and then he'd know that she was here to help.
Her feet felt like they were made of lead as she forced herself to move ahead, when all she wanted to do was rush inside that first room to make sure Jamie was okay. Assuming there was nobody else inside the room where the Alliance people were held, the current scenario was ideal for a rescue. As long as she could keep most of the Sons out of the way.
Could she risk a quick message to Aidan to let him know? No way, the two geniuses by the door were probably still gawking at her.
She pushed against the door the guards had pointed out to her and was greeted by a half-dozen surprised faces clad in combat gear, along with three in civilian clothing. The room looked depressing, barren except for a bed and mattress. Paint peeled off the ceiling and walls, revealing damp patches in the concrete. This must have been one of the cells where the Alliance had held their prisoners.
"Alison," Lee Campbell said. "What are you doing here?"
She cocked her head to the side, then jumped ahead to give him a hug. "Dad! I'm so glad you're okay."
Tears burned in her eyes. This was an impossible position to be in. Of course she was glad he was unharmed. He was her father. But since the first night with Jamie, he wasn't really her family anymore.
She let out a sob as his arms tightened around her. "It's okay, darling. It takes a whole lot more than a few days of confinement to bring me down!"
"Sis..." Gareth's voice spoke behind her. "What
are
you doing here? How did you know where to find us?"
She didn't move, just sniffled into her dad's shoulder for a moment while considering her answer.
Of all the familiar faces she'd seen coming into the room, one had been missing: her ex, Ian. Perhaps...
"Ian called me, thought you could use some help handling the prisoners. After all, I'd spoken to some of them
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