Jenkins
"Da, my skoro pogovorim,"—I say my goodbye and hang up the call.
When I lift my head, I find four pairs of eyes staring at me.
"Well? What did Zakharov say?" Lagos asks.
"Zakharova," I correct him. "I spoke to his wife."
I inhale deeply through my nose and rub my eyes. I'm exhausted.
"The reinforcements will arrive in two days."
I see a couple of relieved smiles, and Lagos exhales sharply, though his frown remains.
"We can’t wait that long to rescue Zeldric. If we don’t contact Urriaga soon, they’ll come for us."
"I know. We’re leaving for Mexico tonight. It’s less than a three-and-a-half-hour drive. We’ll infiltrate the ranch at dawn and be back by sunrise."
"How are we supposed to do that without reinforcements?" Oscar asks.
I look around.
We’ve been locked inside Zel
