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bridge.” Right. Wouldn’t want to let the baddies know they were hanging around down here.
Frustration tensed his shoulders as they continued, unable to find anything. Then she tugged at his hand and pulled him to the right, where she released his hand and hurried forward. He was about to grab her shoulder to stop her when she lifted two radios and turned to him, grinning.
Not radios, he realized, not what they were after, but walkie-talkies. For a moment he wondered at her excitement, but then he realized the options they had here. She handed him one and tucked the other in the pocket of her sweatshirt.
“If we can get one to my father, we can know what’s going on.”
“You don’t think they’d notice him with a walkie?” He shook his head. “You keep one and I keep one.”
She scowled. “You’re going to bail, aren’t you?”
He had to admit, the idea of having some freedom, of not having to constantly worry about her, had appeal. But he doubted she’d go for him locking her away while he went exploring. “If we get separated, you know. If—one of us needs privacy and gets in trouble.”
She nodded and turned away, apparently in search of the real radio.
The noise down here made him nervous. No telling what lurked around the corner. Sure couldn’t hear someone coming up on you. And Brylie was making him nuts, because the more anxious she got, the quicker she moved, probably as glad as he was to be able to use her feet. He grabbed her arm and she jumped a foot, barely muffling her cry of alarm. Her eyes were huge when she looked back at him, then she sagged against him. He could feel her heart pounding.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “You were getting away from me.”
His meaning took a moment to sink in, then she nodded and let him move ahead.
They didn’t find a radio, or a sat phone, and returned to the freezer alcove empty-handed.
Brylie felt guilty eating when she didn’t think the hostages had been fed, so she merely nibbled the packet of fruit snacks Marcus tossed her way.
“Eat up,” he advised. “You’re the one that told me we need more calories because it’s cold.”
“It’s not cold here,” she muttered stubbornly, hunched against the wall.
But they were safe, and that made her feel more guilty than eating. She would be with the others if she’d been at her post instead of in bed with Marcus. So she had to make sure she did something to help those in the lounge.
Sitting in here was making her antsy, and she could tell it was doing the same to Marcus. He hadn’t stayed in the same position for more than two minutes. Yes, it wasn’t exactly comfortable up here, but his fidgeting made her uneasy.
“I’m going to see what’s going on. Is there any way to get topside from here?”
She widened her eyes. “Topside? You’re not dressed to go out.”
“I’m not going to be out for long,” he said, his tone tight. “And I’m used to the cold. Snowboarder, remember? Look, I just want to have a look at their ship, see if I can get an idea how many there are. I won’t be gone long. We have the walkies.” He pulled his out, set it to a channel to match hers. “I’ll be back.”
“Then I’m going to the lounge and see what’s going on there.” He didn’t expect her to just sit here, did he?
He shook his head. “If I get in trouble and need to call you, they’ll hear the walkie and you’ll get caught. Just—wait here. I won’t be long, I promise.”
“Wait!”
He turned, impatience lining his face.
“Take this.” She shoved the master key card at him. “Just in case.”
He took it and nodded. “Good thinking. Thanks.” Without waiting for her to give him directions, he disappeared into the vent.
Once he’d gotten some distance from her, he got tired of crawling around on his hands and knees. Yeah, he could get caught, but he was smart and he was quick. And he needed to think. Not that Brylie was a distraction, really, but worrying about
Frustration tensed his shoulders as they continued, unable to find anything. Then she tugged at his hand and pulled him to the right, where she released his hand and hurried forward. He was about to grab her shoulder to stop her when she lifted two radios and turned to him, grinning.
Not radios, he realized, not what they were after, but walkie-talkies. For a moment he wondered at her excitement, but then he realized the options they had here. She handed him one and tucked the other in the pocket of her sweatshirt.
“If we can get one to my father, we can know what’s going on.”
“You don’t think they’d notice him with a walkie?” He shook his head. “You keep one and I keep one.”
She scowled. “You’re going to bail, aren’t you?”
He had to admit, the idea of having some freedom, of not having to constantly worry about her, had appeal. But he doubted she’d go for him locking her away while he went exploring. “If we get separated, you know. If—one of us needs privacy and gets in trouble.”
She nodded and turned away, apparently in search of the real radio.
The noise down here made him nervous. No telling what lurked around the corner. Sure couldn’t hear someone coming up on you. And Brylie was making him nuts, because the more anxious she got, the quicker she moved, probably as glad as he was to be able to use her feet. He grabbed her arm and she jumped a foot, barely muffling her cry of alarm. Her eyes were huge when she looked back at him, then she sagged against him. He could feel her heart pounding.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “You were getting away from me.”
His meaning took a moment to sink in, then she nodded and let him move ahead.
They didn’t find a radio, or a sat phone, and returned to the freezer alcove empty-handed.
Brylie felt guilty eating when she didn’t think the hostages had been fed, so she merely nibbled the packet of fruit snacks Marcus tossed her way.
“Eat up,” he advised. “You’re the one that told me we need more calories because it’s cold.”
“It’s not cold here,” she muttered stubbornly, hunched against the wall.
But they were safe, and that made her feel more guilty than eating. She would be with the others if she’d been at her post instead of in bed with Marcus. So she had to make sure she did something to help those in the lounge.
Sitting in here was making her antsy, and she could tell it was doing the same to Marcus. He hadn’t stayed in the same position for more than two minutes. Yes, it wasn’t exactly comfortable up here, but his fidgeting made her uneasy.
“I’m going to see what’s going on. Is there any way to get topside from here?”
She widened her eyes. “Topside? You’re not dressed to go out.”
“I’m not going to be out for long,” he said, his tone tight. “And I’m used to the cold. Snowboarder, remember? Look, I just want to have a look at their ship, see if I can get an idea how many there are. I won’t be gone long. We have the walkies.” He pulled his out, set it to a channel to match hers. “I’ll be back.”
“Then I’m going to the lounge and see what’s going on there.” He didn’t expect her to just sit here, did he?
He shook his head. “If I get in trouble and need to call you, they’ll hear the walkie and you’ll get caught. Just—wait here. I won’t be long, I promise.”
“Wait!”
He turned, impatience lining his face.
“Take this.” She shoved the master key card at him. “Just in case.”
He took it and nodded. “Good thinking. Thanks.” Without waiting for her to give him directions, he disappeared into the vent.
Once he’d gotten some distance from her, he got tired of crawling around on his hands and knees. Yeah, he could get caught, but he was smart and he was quick. And he needed to think. Not that Brylie was a distraction, really, but worrying about
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