What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 75

Both Fear and I ran over to where he was, and surely enough, there was a body half buried underneath some rubble.

All three of us worked quickly to remove the debris, and pulled the Seeker agent out. I checked his neck, and was relieved to find a faint pulse.

I looked over the dirt stained face; he was unconscious, but alive.

"Fear, get the van ready. Agent Cian, grab him and let's move!" I ordered.

Both men did as they were told, and I sped walked back to the van.

I opened the door wide enough for Agent Cian to place the limp body of the Seeker agent into the back seat.

We both got in, and Fear drove us back to our momentary base of operations.

As soon as we arrived, we hurriedly brought the unconscious survivor to the back.

When the others saw us, they were, needless to say, surprised. However, they didn't waste time on questions, and instead focused on evaluating the well-being of the survivor.

Agent Arrow scanned him effectively from head to toe with a biometric scanner.

The tension in his shoulders dissipated as he put away the device. "Just a mild concussion; nothing that bed rest won't cure."

It seemed that the tension in the atmosphere was driven away with the good news.

As if remembering our initial reason for going to the warehouse, Pete turned his attention to us. "What happened?" He simply asked.

Agent Cian and Fear looked at me. Inwardly, I sighed, but on the outside I remained professional. "As soon as we arrived, we saw a Seeker agent run out of the building. Immediately after that, the whole place went up in flames. He didn't make it." I hung my head down momentarily in respect.

The Head Warrior's eyes went soft. "I'm sorry to hear." He said.

I nodded, and continued. "We found him in the rubble. Hopefully he'll be of use to us when he wakes up." I pointed to the unconscious Seeker agent. "In all honesty, it seems like this was a set-up.

Pete's eyes hardened at the possibility. "We've wasted enough time as it is. We leave for New York within the hour!"

Chapter 36: A Son to be Proud of

~ Fear's POV. ~

It was settled: we were going back to New York.

We hurriedly packed up whatever belongings we had, and got into the van. It was slightly cramped with the three new additions, one of them unconscious.

As for him, he was looked over briefly to insure that he really didn't have anything serious. He was given a drug to help him wake up, though it wasn't clear how long it would take for the effects to kick in.

On our way to an abandoned airstrip, we met up with several other Seeker agents who got our message. Inwardly, I was relieved with the increase in our numbers, however, I was still unsure of whether it'd be enough to regain control of HQ.

Pete was right: the Phantoms had us nailed right to the wall. Who's to say that they weren't already aware of our intentions?

I took a deep breath and let out a long, but quiet exhale.

It was not the time to second guess our plans. Our intentions were set, and there was no turning back.

I glanced at John a couple of times while we packed.

He was silent and seemed focused on his task, though his eyes told another story when they finally met mine. They showed me the fear and frustration he felt, yet desperately tried to hide. A stranger may have dismissed his unusual behavior as stress about current events, but he was my friend, and I knew him pretty damn well.

After a couple of minutes of just staring at each other, John winced and turned away sharply.

My eyes narrowed as I stared at John's retreating back.

My greatest concern was that if Rachel was dead, John would not handle the news well, and his judgment might be affected badly.

Nevertheless, I had decided to leave him alone for the moment, and resumed my work.

As the van drove towards the airport, I looked outside, though I didn't pay much attention to the landscape.

As an Assassin, my behavior was unacceptable, though at the moment I didn't care.

If I was being honest with myself, I doubted that my abilities would have been able to help the Seekers drive out the Phantoms permanently. It was one thing to kill, but to drive out an entire organization and save a hostage that was considered MIA was a whole other ballgame.

I turned my head in the opposite direction, and was met by the sight of Agent Claire. I had no idea what to think of that woman, but her interest in me was painfully obvious.

Unfortunately for me, John had also caught on since the beginning, and has made my life a living hell with his constant teasing about me and her.

That reminded me, there was a call for me to arrange a date with my foot and his ass.

As I had nothing better to do, my eyes scanned the profile of Agent Claire, or Alannah I suppose.

I'll admit that she was attractive and seemed nice enough, however, I wasn't interested in a relationship.

My actions may have seemed otherwise, but it was John's damn fault for pushing me towards her in the first place. I would have been perfectly happy if I was left alone.

My last relationship didn't end well. Needless to say, relationships and I did not go well together.

Despite that, I was still a man and I still had my needs…

At that, I inwardly scowled. Maybe I take John's advice, I thought.

I was pulled from my thoughts by the abrupt stop of the van.

On cue, we all got out, and started to pack the belongings onto the plane.