Page 55 of Secret Mission

“Nope,” Thomas replies after he licks his lips nervously, because Axle is now breathing like a bull and the veins in his forehead look like superhighways. “You need to come with us. Your father needs to see you. You can discuss this with him.”

“Right. If he’s not even my father, then he can go fuck off.”

Well.

I’m going to seriously high-five Allison when we get out of this clusterfuck alive. But her about-face on trading herself for Truck confuses me.

Is she playing them, hoping for a distraction?

The masked motor-mouth next to me strikes again. “You might want to think twice about that. He’s got something you want, and I’m not talking about the man.”

Allison goes eerily still. “What does he have?”

“A little sample you sent to a lab.”

Coiling like a snake that’s ready to strike, Allison’s whole body goes hyper-tense. “How did he get it?”

Axle is growling.

Thomas is starting to sweat, and his voice edges higher. “Can we put the guns down for this conversation?”

My eyes are ping-ponging to keep up.

“No,” Allison says tightly, waving her fingers at Thomas. “I need your phone so I can call that asshole.”

For some reason, I glance to the right, only moving my eyes.

Oh shit.

Incoming!

There’s barely enough time to duck.

Chapter Seventeen

Tarzan would be proud. I just hope this vine holds because I’ve got some shit to tear up.

Justice ducks like a pro.

My feet take out the first guy wearing tactical gear, my shoulder slams into the second, sending him flying.

“What the fuck?” Axle dodges out of my way, swiping Allison with an arm, taking her to the ground in a loud crash.

The final impact of my arc is my elbow crashing into the head of some jackass wearing a polo shirt.

Snap!

Weightlessness hits me.

Ohshit!

I’m sailing through the air and not in a good way.

The vine broke, hurtling me into a gigantic fern, right on my ass.

All the air knocks out of my body as I crumple to the jungle floor.

Behind me, there’s a scuffle. Grunts and shouts.