CHAPTER 8
Flyer was hurting like hell. His head was throbbing as hard as his f*****g arm. However, it was more important to get Ireland and himself out of sight than to pamper himself. “I hear dogs.
Damn, they’ll catch our scent and give away our location unless we can find a place in the water to hide.”
“There’s a small cave just under a tree on the bank. It looks like water is in there, but I think we can get inside. It doesn’t look high enough to cover our heads,” Ireland said in a rush.
Hearing the man’s fear had Flyer realizing that Ireland had never faced situations like this before.
He was used to dodging bullets, but Ireland had no clue what he was up against and Flyer’s injuries were stopping the man from getting to safety. “Ireland, I want you to shift and get to the pick-up
