Sam sat as still as stone, his eyes locked on the vehicle ahead, moving cautiously along the unpaved road. John, Valda, Lord, and Andrea had stayed behind to guard Ila while he and the rest of the team pursued the missing kids. As always, he left the planning to Sarah, his head of security.
"Turn it down, Ice," Dylan muttered from the driver's seat, his hands steady as he maneuvered the vehicle close behind the lead car.
Sam's jaw tightened. He didn't like anything about this situation. They were heading in blind.
"Stop whining," Ice retorted from the passenger seat, his tone laced with sarcasm.
Sam's cold gaze shifted to Ice, their team medic, who turned in his seat to flash a smirk. There was a reason they called him Ice. With his flawless features and piercing blue eyes, his every
