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Peter
If I had my way, I’d hold Sara forever, feeling her warmth and breathing in her scent, but there’s still our unwilling host to deal with.
Reluctantly, I release her and step back. Ilya and Yan are already by the door, opening it and lowering the ladder, and I walk over to help them.
Sure enough, outside are enough armed guards to take down a platoon. They’ve surrounded our plane, and behind them are at least twenty SUVs with reinforcements, with a dozen more pulling up as I look.
“Stay here until I come for you,” I tell Sara over my shoulder, and then I step out into the humid heat of the jungle, fully prepared to be shot on the spot.
Just because Esguerra let us land doesn’t mean he’ll let us live. He might’ve just wanted our plane undamaged.
No bullets come at me, but I k
