“I can hear their voices,” April’s anxiety ridden voice announced in a whisper. “How much longer is this going to take?”
Naz was not paying her attention, too intent on looking down at his phone. He was exchanging texts with someone at his fingers flew rapidly over the screen. “They'll be here any minute now.”
“And if they're not?” she asked. She had never been one to expect the worst, but this was a very unique situation. “What do we do then?”
He met her gaze with a decidedly determined one of his own. “Then that quick lesson I gave you will have to come in handy. If you shoot someone make it count. And remember: these people would not spare you if the tables were turned.”
He turned back to his phone and April let him, far too unnerved to speak anymore. The minutes ticked by and there
