Chapter Fourteen
Prisoner
Dust wiped the sweat off of his brow as he set the last box down in the lower missile bay now being used for storage. The domed hanger upstairs was bare of items except for the vehicles. He hadn’t mentioned anything to Randolph or the others about the car that he, Sammy, and Todd had arrived in.
“One more thing and we’ll be done,” Randolph said, wiping his hands down his pants. A sinking feeling built in Dust’s stomach when he glanced at him. “The car you came in is locked. Give me the keys.”
Dust’s lips tightened and he straightened his shoulders. Randolph was four years older than he was, two inches taller, and outweighed him by at least twenty pounds. He watched warily as the other two men turned to look at him. Drawing in a deep breath, he stared back at R
