288 Rescue or Trap?

(Winona)

The voices outside get louder, someone’s prying the van door open. I glance at Cass; she’s barely conscious, leaning against the van wall. Her head is still bleeding through the makeshift bandage I wrapped around her forehead.

Sweat beads down her face, and her breathing is shallow.

She needs some proper medical attention.

I can’t tell if the people outside are friends or foe. Gus told me to look for the symbol, but there’s been nothing so far. Nothing on the guy in here with us, and nothing indicating these voices belong to the Nexus Global team Gus mentioned.

Who are they? Cartel? Or Gus’s team?

I clutch the large semi-automatic rifle tighter in my hand. If it’s Nexus Global, we’re safe. But if it’s not…

I hold the butt of the gun against my shoulder in readiness for the wrong side opening that door.

“Hang on, Cass,” I whisper, brushing some of her damp hair out of her face. Her eyes flicker open for a moment. “Stay with me.”

She nods.

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