Fifty-Five
Jackson snaked forward over ground baked hard by an unrelenting sun. He stopped behind the desiccated remains of a small shrub, cursing the lack of cover available in the almost barren plain spread out in front of an old mine. Hanson slithered to a stop beside him, letting out a groan as he laid his body down.
‘Man, this sucks.’
‘Shhhh,’ Wilson whispered fiercely from Jackson’s other side. ‘Do you want them to hear us?’
‘They’re all tucked up inside their hidey hole, giving themselves pats on the back.’ Hanson let out a snort. ‘They have no idea we’re out here.’
‘Let’s keep it that way.’ Jackson scanned the mountain. The Legion bosses wouldn’t risk anyone stumbling across this place by accident or design.
‘Can you see them?’ Wilson murmured in his ear, her instincts almost
