Page 79 of Into The Rabbit Hole

“Take care of my kids, Brian. They are treasure to me,” was all hesaid.

“I will!” Brian calledback.

They only had a few seconds before they could no longer see him. In those moments, he looked atWade.

Earlier Wade had made the decision that his goodbye was goodbye. But this was different. The look on his father’s face said goodbyeforever.

They rolled on by on the path and soon broke out into the oncoming night. It had to be approaching eight and the darkness of night was beginning to absorb thedaylight.

The carts slowed and Wade pressed the button to ease it into a stop. Wes was already there waiting for them with the squad. As soon as the cart stopped, they took hold of Chloe and Taylor and got to work on disabling thebombs.

Wade took a moment to look back at where they’d comefrom.

“Regina’s still in there,” Brianstated.

“There’s a team going in for her now,” one of the officerssaid.

Wade walked to the edge to see if he could see any sign of his father but saw none. Wes joinedhim.

“I lost sight of him, but we can look on the surveillance if you want,” Wes offered. “He might pop upagain.”

Wade turned to face him. “He savedus.”

“He’s your father, it’s what they do.” Wes offered a kindsmile.

Wade nodded, grateful for the comment. He thought of what his father said to Brian, then he looked back at Chloe and Taylor with thesquad.

“I just wish I knew what was happening,inside.”

Both his parents were inside, and he was here. Out ofdanger.

“I know,” Wesagreed.

They might have been out of danger, but danger hadn’t finished with themyet.

His mother and father were inside the mountain with Aaron, who was carrying another bomb. This was by no means overyet.

* * *

Regina

* * *

Regina satat the computer in the office. She’d just transferred one billion dollars to an off-shore bank account in theMaldives.

That was from her personalaccount.

Aaron stood behind her the whole time, holding the gun at herhead.

“Very good.” He beamed. “Nowcome.”

“What now?” she asked. She doubted that he’d just allow her to go, but she prayed that maybe he would. Maybe he would dothat.

Wishfulthinking.

She stood up and walked out with him behind her, keeping the gun in place.They walked back to the platform near thechasm.

“Go to the rail,” Aaron toldher.