The Huntress

7. Bee Allergy

The room grew silent after my confession, neither of us having anything else to say. Before the silence could be broken, a bang from the back of the bar grabbed our attention. Hunter and I shared a look, unsure of what to expect.

I walked towards the bat lying on the ground, picking it up and getting it ready for whoever was there. Hunter seemed to have the same thought as me, as he went around the back of the bar and grabbed a knife.

I nodded in the direction of the source of the noise. Indicating for him to follow me. Another noise rings out, making it clear that there's someone there. I run my index finger and thumb across my lips signalling to Hunter to remain silent. I station myself outside of the room from where the noise is originating. Reaching my arm in silently as I search the wall to turn on the light switch. After a brief search, my hand comes in contact with the switch, flicking the lights on quickly.

I peek my head into the room, the bat at the ready.

I hear movement in the corner, taking a momentary step in to see a man straighten himself.

"TERRY! F*CK! What the hell are you doing here?" I shout at the man in the corner.

"Boss said you were in need of a ride." He comments, walking closer to me.

"You know this guy?" Hunter asks, confused.

"Ya, he works with me." I comment.

Hunter doesn't fully relax, choosing to pocket the blade, but ultimately he stands down. I lean the bat against the nearby wall and walk towards Terry.

"It's good to see you. But perhaps a warning in the future?" I remark, clapping him on the back.

"Nah. Your expression was worth it." Terry comments, making Hunter laugh.

"I like this guy." Hunter comments, following Terry out the back room.

"Of course you do." I reply under my breath, rolling my eyes.

"What if I had a gun? I could've shot you!" I yell at him.

"Then you would get to be the one to explain to the boss why I'm getting bullets removed from my body instead of driving you to head office." Terry comments.

"I've seen his aim. You would've been safe." Hunter has the audacity to comment.

"That's not true! I have perfect aim!" I scowl at them.

"Sure. For a five-year-old girl, maybe." Hunter remarks, shrugging his shoulders. I'm tempted to reach for the bat, and hit him across the head, but I decide not to. Knowing that Hunter does still have the knife, and I really don't need a reason to give the Reaper a chance to prove to me why he's called the Reaper. So instead, I ignore the snide comments and walk with them on the way to the car.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I take the back seat while hunter jumps up front.

"To Stone Enterprise. Boss told me to meet him there. He's with Damian right now, meeting with Jakob Johnson." Terry explains.

"Wait. Johnson?" Hunter asks, clearly realizing the same thing I was just thinking. This couldn't be a coincidence that Damian just so happens to be meeting with the very namesake Silvio dropped all but a half hour ago.

"Ya. Why?" Terry asks, not seeing the relevance of the question.

"Because Silvio is holding Sienna hostage as we speak. Silvio strapped a bomb to her just before we left." I explain, running every detail through my mind. I must've missed something.

"How did you escape?" Terry asks, making me grow silent. It was the very question that had been plaguing my mind for the past while now.

"We pretty much just walked out." Hunter recalled how easy it was for us to leave. Which only made the knot in my chest tighten.

"Wait... so.. you're telling me this evil mastermind that has been behind all of this, just openly let you walk away..." Terry commented, making my eyes go wide.

"STOP THE CAR!" I shout out, as the realization hits me.

Terry slams on the breaks, nearly involving us in an accident. Narrowly escaping with some quick evasive maneuvers at the last second.

"What the hell was that about?" Terry and Hunter both shout from the front seat.

"You said it yourself. Our escape was too easy. Almost as though he wanted us to escape." I comment, looking at Hunter.

"What... Do you think he wanted us to escape? Why would he do that?"

"Why would you let one of your captives freely walk out the door?" I ask in return, knowing if you want to think like a criminal, you need to ask a criminal.

"I wouldn't." He cockily admits.

"Fine. Whatever. But if you did. Why would you?" I ask.

Hunter frowns as he analyzes my question.

"I only would, if I knew my plan wouldn't be impacted regardless of whether I let them escape or not. Rather creating an illusion of freedom, when in actuality, they are still going to activate my plan regardless of their location." Hunter explains.

"Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!" I frantically yell as I begin searching the car.

"What's wrong? What are you looking for?" Hunter asks.

"I think I hear a bee. I'm allergic." I call out frantically searching my pockets. Terry quickly responds to my statement. Reaching into the glovebox to pull out a small device.

"Here. This will help. Make you can draw it out the window." Terry comments. Hunter squints at the both of us, not knowing what the hell we're on about. He knows there are no bugs in the car, but thankfully remains silent. I look at him and silently nod, giving him the sign that he needs to remain quiet. He does just that, and I see the realization hit him. I'm not talking about a real bug, but rather a digital one.

I grab the box from Terry and pass it over my body. I hear a beep as I pass the detector along my chest. I remove my shirt, however, the beeping continues. I gulp realizing that there must be a tracker inside of me.

I sigh in relief knowing that if there's a bug in me, then it means it could only be a tracker. As a microphone wouldn't be able to counter all the noise from inside a person's body. This means we don't need to worry about being overheard. That's one positive. But the dawning question of why Silvio wants to know our location only worries me more.

Before anything is said, I move the tracker along Hunter, pulling his shirt up to prove my theory right. He also has a tracker inside of him, but thankfully everything else comes out clean.

"What's going on?" Hunter asks.

"Silvio bugged us. But thankfully it's just a tracker." I remark.

"Thankfully?" He questions.

"We would have more problems if he had a microphone attached. But we have bigger problems right now." I explain.

"Such as?" Hunter questions.

"I don't think Sienna is the only one strapped to a bomb at the moment." I explain, making both Terry's and Hunter's eyes go wide from my revelation.