Krystal’s POV
There was deafening silence between us. With the burner phone still laxly gripped in his right hand Colt was facing away turned towards me and the hard drive lay on a concrete pipe. I crossed my arms on myself, attempting to be grounded. Each breath was a half count.
"Can you trust this guy?" I whispered.
Colt turned not around. “No. But I believe that he knows what he wants.”
"And what is that?"
"To burn the very people who are hunting us down."
That did not exactly calm me down. Minutes dragged, as the brown water dripped out of the rusted ceiling above. There was a slight noise in the tunnel. Footsteps? Colt raised a finger to his lips. I took a deep breath. Then a flash of light came along the farther end of the tunnel.
Colt murmured, drawing a sleek black pistol f
