29.
Minutes later I have a 9mm strapped
to my waist, another shoulder-holstered under my leather jacket. I have three
grenades mounted to my leather belt and a fighting knife secured to my ankle
with duct tape. Just for good measure, a pair of brass knuckles are resting at
the ready inside my jacket pocket.
“You all know what to do,” I say.
“In exactly thirty minutes, we meet right back at this spot. All goes well, I
will have Manion with me. If by some slim chance, I don’t make it back here
within one hour, don’t wait any longer. Just go and live to rescue Andre
another day. Understood?”
Anya nods like she’s totally down
with my plan. If you want to call it that. But I can smell the fear oozing off
her body. Or perhaps the fear is my own. Doesn’t matter. We just have to live
