Page 119 of Covert Mission

My stomach catapults into my throat.

This place looks like a military compound…

A group of men swing their heads my way.

“Here,” the driver declares.

The quiver in my muscles is violent now.

“Here?”

“Si.”

I watch in horror as one of the men closes the gate behind us. The fence is at least ten feet tall. Topped with razor wire.

I’m almost too scared to panic. I’m pretty much frozen in my seat.

Think, Camy. You’ve got to work your way out of this.

He slides out of the truck as the group of men starts walking toward him.

My eyes leap to the ignition. The keys are there.

I could ram the gate…

That is if I don’t pass out first.

But before I have time to slide across the console, my door is jerked open.

A man is leering at me. “Pretty.”

Every cell in my body turns to ice water.

He steps back and motions for me to get out. “Come.”

I glance at the keys. This is my only chance. I jerk my door closed, slam the lock, and leap across the console, scrambling behind the wheel.

Oh. My god.

Fast!

I crank the engine. The man runs around the hood, screaming. Reverse. Come on…

I jam the clutch and shove the shifter down and pray I don’t stall it.

He leaps out of the way when I swing the truck around. Now all the men are in motion, screaming, waving their arms.

I don’t see any guns, but I’m not slowing down to look. I slam the truck in drive and mash the accelerator, dumping the clutch.

Gravel flies from behind the tires as I blast toward the gate.

Yes. Yes. Come on!

There’s a horrible sound of metal on metal as the truck hits the barricade. The whole thing flings into the air, landing on the hood.

Holy shit. I swerve onto the road, jerking the wheel back and forth trying to dislodge the gate.

I have no idea where I’m going, but I’m going fast.