“I’m only doing this for your kids. Whom I’ve never met. Coming to get you, big man.”
Hunter groaned as she cut the ropes that bound him to the branch. He tumbled to the ground. She left the dagger in the chest of the guard who’d held the g*n to Hunter’s head. They would find it. They would know that an enemy who returned one’s foe’s weapons was not to be trifled with. Then she searched the two white lab coats. More phones. She stashed them in her pack.
“We gotta move, young man.”
Hunter was on all fours, but he was struggling to get up.
“Time to go, Hunter, you’re too heavy to carry. Only way out of here for both of us in on foot.”
She pulled at him, and he got up, coughing. It was too dark to see what he was throwing up. She put an arm around the sweaty, stinking hulk and pushed him
