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Authors: Elle Thorne
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vision.
“Torrent.” The man’s voice was a whisper.
That was the moment when Torrent turned his soldier-self off and looked at the face above the tip of the knife.
“Vector. What the fuck,” he hissed. “What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t reach you. I volunteered to come looking.”
Torrent gave Vector his hand and pulled him to his feet. “Damned radio. I could hear all of you, but it seems you couldn’t hear me.” Torrent looked at the searchlight probing the perimeter in random patterns. “Let’s get out of here. Those patterns aren’t as random as they seem, and we have twenty seconds to get out of its range.” He pointed toward a building. “There,” he said, and he took off at a sprint. Behind him he heard Vector’s running steps.
Once they were behind the building, Vector brushed off the dust on his clothing. “Any progress? Control wants to know.”
“I found the boy—the package—I think. I haven’t laid eyes on him yet. That’s tonight.” He rubbed his jaw. This still did not sit well on him—at all. Not a fucking bit. “Have you noted any changes after the interface was reworked?”
“Like what?” Vector played with his knife, tossing it hand to hand.
“Not sure.” He didn’t exactly want to tell Vector that things were off, that he felt emotions, or something. He wasn’t even sure precisely what or how himself.
“I know you better than that. What gives?” Vector sheathed the blade, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned against the building.
“Emotions, I guess.”
“Like love?”
Maybe. Torrent shook his head. “No.”
“I’ve noticed my dick’s hard every morning.” Vector smirked. “I did miss you. Does that count?”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” Torrent laughed it off, but he had to admit he was happy to see the bastard. “You ought to head back.”
“Let me test my radio before I leave it with you.”
It didn’t work. It did the same thing as Torrent’s.
“Worked on the way over.” Vector fumbled with the buttons.
“I think something inside these walls jams the signals.” That was Torrent’s best guess.
“How will you let us know you have the package so we can come get both of you?”
“I’ll figure it out. I have to avoid privateers and Leaguers. Neither will appreciate my trespassing. I do have a Scancom now. Took two Scancoms off a couple of thugs.”
“How long before you get the package?” Vector was persistent. “I have to be able to give Control something solid to report back. You have no idea how much the fuckers are calling him. You’d think the package has state secrets the way they’re acting about getting him.”
“I watched the family. All I need is for them to trust me with him long enough to make it over the wall without calling the Leaguers.”
“Why not snatch and run?”
The mission didn’t sit well with him. And leaving the woman behind wasn’t something he wanted to do, just yet. “The directives. You read them. The package has to be alive, unharmed, and not adversely affected.” This was as good an excuse as Torrent could come up with.
“And?”
“And what you’re proposing would get him killed, injured, or emotionally scarred.”
Vector shrugged. “You take some things too literally.”
“Or I follow orders better.” Torrent handed his friend his radio back. “This won’t do me any more good than mine will.”
“So how long, then? Until you’re out?”
Never. “A few days. A week at the most.”
“Whoa. I’ll tell Control. I’m not sure they’ll like that. For at least a couple days, though, we’re stuck here, whether you have the package or not. Throttle can’t repair the damage. A new transport will be here in two days.”
Torrent shook his head.
“I suggest you find a way to speed up your timeline, else Control might be ordered to send someone else in to do what you didn’t.”
Torrent didn’t like the sound of that. He was close to the team, but he
“Torrent.” The man’s voice was a whisper.
That was the moment when Torrent turned his soldier-self off and looked at the face above the tip of the knife.
“Vector. What the fuck,” he hissed. “What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t reach you. I volunteered to come looking.”
Torrent gave Vector his hand and pulled him to his feet. “Damned radio. I could hear all of you, but it seems you couldn’t hear me.” Torrent looked at the searchlight probing the perimeter in random patterns. “Let’s get out of here. Those patterns aren’t as random as they seem, and we have twenty seconds to get out of its range.” He pointed toward a building. “There,” he said, and he took off at a sprint. Behind him he heard Vector’s running steps.
Once they were behind the building, Vector brushed off the dust on his clothing. “Any progress? Control wants to know.”
“I found the boy—the package—I think. I haven’t laid eyes on him yet. That’s tonight.” He rubbed his jaw. This still did not sit well on him—at all. Not a fucking bit. “Have you noted any changes after the interface was reworked?”
“Like what?” Vector played with his knife, tossing it hand to hand.
“Not sure.” He didn’t exactly want to tell Vector that things were off, that he felt emotions, or something. He wasn’t even sure precisely what or how himself.
“I know you better than that. What gives?” Vector sheathed the blade, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned against the building.
“Emotions, I guess.”
“Like love?”
Maybe. Torrent shook his head. “No.”
“I’ve noticed my dick’s hard every morning.” Vector smirked. “I did miss you. Does that count?”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole.” Torrent laughed it off, but he had to admit he was happy to see the bastard. “You ought to head back.”
“Let me test my radio before I leave it with you.”
It didn’t work. It did the same thing as Torrent’s.
“Worked on the way over.” Vector fumbled with the buttons.
“I think something inside these walls jams the signals.” That was Torrent’s best guess.
“How will you let us know you have the package so we can come get both of you?”
“I’ll figure it out. I have to avoid privateers and Leaguers. Neither will appreciate my trespassing. I do have a Scancom now. Took two Scancoms off a couple of thugs.”
“How long before you get the package?” Vector was persistent. “I have to be able to give Control something solid to report back. You have no idea how much the fuckers are calling him. You’d think the package has state secrets the way they’re acting about getting him.”
“I watched the family. All I need is for them to trust me with him long enough to make it over the wall without calling the Leaguers.”
“Why not snatch and run?”
The mission didn’t sit well with him. And leaving the woman behind wasn’t something he wanted to do, just yet. “The directives. You read them. The package has to be alive, unharmed, and not adversely affected.” This was as good an excuse as Torrent could come up with.
“And?”
“And what you’re proposing would get him killed, injured, or emotionally scarred.”
Vector shrugged. “You take some things too literally.”
“Or I follow orders better.” Torrent handed his friend his radio back. “This won’t do me any more good than mine will.”
“So how long, then? Until you’re out?”
Never. “A few days. A week at the most.”
“Whoa. I’ll tell Control. I’m not sure they’ll like that. For at least a couple days, though, we’re stuck here, whether you have the package or not. Throttle can’t repair the damage. A new transport will be here in two days.”
Torrent shook his head.
“I suggest you find a way to speed up your timeline, else Control might be ordered to send someone else in to do what you didn’t.”
Torrent didn’t like the sound of that. He was close to the team, but he
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