Brody’s POV
“Fifteen at the least,” Cody said after a while.
“Fifteen Chet!” Dylan yelled.
There was a long minute of silence before Cody yelled through the radio.
“Look out!” Cody yelled.
“For what?” Dylan’s voice spoke sounding slightly confused. “s**t!” he said followed by a big crashing sound.
That was the last we heard before the line went silent.
“Dylan!?” I yelled.
“Hello?” asked. “You there?”
“What’s happening?” one of the men from my group asked.
“I don’t know yet, just keep driving,” I said.
I hurried and picked up my phone.
I dialed Cody’s number and by the third ring he picked up.
“What the hell happened?” I yelled through the phone.
“The line went dead,” he said.
“I am aware of that, but why?” I asked.
“A grenade…” he began but I already cut hi
