“We should stop here,” Tattletale said.
Yes, good, please distract Taylor.
That was apparently order enough, because the driver pulled over. The long seconds of stillness after the truck had stopped said volumes. We didn’t want to get out of the car, we didn’t want to face the Nine, deal with their traps as we tried to catch them in our own.
Snare.
Two or three seconds passed with tension thrumming in the air, every one of our nerves on edge, ready to act, react, even now.
It’s go time.
The sound of a slamming door from one of the other trucks was the little push we needed to move. We climbed out of the truck and joined the others. Bitch had been the first one out. She had Sirius, Bastard and Bentley with her.
Ah, yeah, she would be the first one out. No dawdling for this gal.
We ventured over to a fallen section of wall, peering over it to get a better glimpse of what would be the battlefield.
This so far feels a lot less structured than the previous ambush.
So, what, did they invite the Nine to a brawl or something? …probably not.
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