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“I have the target,” the stranger said into his radio.
Colton, back on his knees with his hands in the air, hadn’t the slightest clue who this man was or what he was doing. And why is he calling me a target? What does he want from me?
The stranger listened to whomever he was conversing with on the radio, nodded, and then drew his full attention back to Colton.
“Who are you?” Colton asked. The man had an intense stare with thick, angular eyebrows. Something about him looked vaguely familiar. Colton was sure he’d seen him before, somewhere, but couldn’t place it.
“Bayard,” he said flatly.
Bayard? A strange name.
“We need to get you out of here,” Bayard said. He had a low, raspy voice. “We only have a few minutes, maybe less, before your team makes its way back here. If you want
