“Stop. They’re close.” He looked around at their surroundings in the dark and felt his bandage through his shirt, hoping that there were no guards with guns here.
The moon was just barely bright enough to see that, beyond the bushes in front of them, there was a decline and then—Connor didn’t know what. But he was sure she was there.
“You think he was right?” Gail gripped the hem of her shirt, looking nervous. “I mean, we don’t even know who he is. He could be working for them, for all we know.”
He turned to her. “We can’t afford to doubt his direction now. And I thought I heard something.”
Gail shivered in the cold of the night, pulling her newly acquired jacket around her shoulders. “I just hope she isn’t hurt…”
“That’s what we’re here to prevent. Come on, let’s go.” He walked past the bushes and downhill toward the sound.
No time for doubt. No time for hesitation.
“You think he was right?” Gail gripped the hem of her shirt, looking nervous. “I mean, we don’t even know who he is. He could be working for them, for all we know.”
He turned to her. “We can’t afford to doubt his direction now. And I thought I heard something.”
Gail shivered in the cold of the night, pulling her newly acquired jacket around her shoulders. “I just hope she isn’t hurt…”
“That’s what we’re here to prevent. Come on, let’s go.” He walked past the bushes and downhill toward the sound.
No time for doubt. No time for hesitation.
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