Chapter Eight
Rescue
“Not a sound,” a whispered voice said into Bibi’s ear. She realized that the head box was gone and she was lying on the cold stone floor, the temperature of the rock helping to sooth her deeply cut and bruised back and ass.
“I’ll get you two out of here, but you’ll have to provide the motive power and I expect that won’t be easy,” the woman’s rough voice continued.
“How did you get in here?” Bibi asked as she tried to sit up and felt the deep pain in her buttocks and thighs.
“The same way we’re getting out. We walk. Take this and use it on anyone who gets in our way.” She handed Bibi loaded and c****d Sig .40 cal automatic. “I’ll be your support, so you’ll have to be security. You got that, Groff?”
“Uh,” said Jean, also now barely sitting up and recognizing For
