Mike
With Axel behind me carrying the boy, we trudge down the steps. "Jace, come in," I try again.
No answer.
"Have any of ya'll seen Jace?" I question with a bit of panic into the radio.
I turn a corner and nearly run into a fellow figure dressed in all black. "I'm right here," Jace says.
With a sigh, I punch his chest. "What the hell? You were supposed to be upstairs with me. Why weren't you answering?"
"Sorry, I must have had bad reception. I was placing a few bugs in a few of the rooms," Jace tells me.
"Did you not hear the gunshots?" I probe with a hint of anger.
"I did – but I thought you were okay. As soon as I heard the boy yell something, I heard a thud – figured it was him. So, I continued what I was doing. I'm sorry, Red." Though he shrugs, he sounds sincere.
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