Anarchy (Hive Trilogy, #2)(68)
Not to mention I’d never been in a helicopter, and the sight of those massive blades, which Sam now had whirling in a dizzying motion, did not fill me with happy rainbow thoughts.
That was the thing with limited options. I really did not have any other choices but to get my butt in there and hope we all survived.
The ride to our destination was loud and we couldn’t really communicate. I was burning with questions for Sam. Was this just another stopover or would this metal bird take us to our final destination? How the hell were we going to feed ourselves now that we had no stores of blood? We had left our weapons behind, so what happened if we were attacked again?
He was going to give me answers soon or I was going to torture them out of him. Jayden could go at his eyebrows. That was definitely a form of torture.
Despite my fears, I eventually started to enjoy the helicopter ride. We traveled over the most beautiful and picturesque land I’d ever seen. Green upon green, wild and untamed, which slowly morphed out into a world of endless ice and snow. I tried not to be a wuss, but I shivered in my seat at the vast and isolated wilderness.
Where were we? Canada? Alaska?
I hadn’t seen a human or a house for a long time. Finally some sort of structure came into view, and as the helicopter began to descend I realized this series of buildings was made of shipping containers. This had to be our destination. Wherever we were, it was damn cold; snow was thickly blanketed over the ground. I eyed my flip flops with dismay. Yes, ash were less sensitive to hot and cold, but snow in flip flops … hell to the no.
After the helicopter landed, I leaned across Ryder to see the buildings better. A series of massive shipping containers were stacked high and in a square formation, which had created a good sized space. A logo on the side of the building furthered my confusion.
Alaskan Scientific Research Facility. Well, at least I knew where we were now.
When the helicopter blades had completely stopped, we all unbuckled and I ducked low as I jumped out. Once I was clear of those deadly blades, I stalked right up to Sam. Every exposed part of my body was already chilled and covered in bumps. I fought off the shivers. Holy shit it was cold, like the coldest I’d ever felt in my life.
That didn’t stop my attitude from emerging in full force. “Okay, we’re here, in Walmart flip flops, with no listening devices. Now tell me…” My chattering teeth lessened some of the stern nature of my voice. “What is this place? Why have you brought us here to the middle of nowhere?”
Sam’s face, which was always confident and sure, faltered. He blinked a few times as if trying to figure out what to tell me. “I ... we ... there’s…”
My stomach dropped. Oh God, was it a trap? Sam might not speak much, but the dude never stuttered like this.
The other guys were around us too, everyone waiting for an answer. Suddenly the door to the building slammed open, the crack echoing across the uninhabited wilderness. An absolutely gorgeous, tall and bespectacled blond woman leapt down the steps and ran towards us. She was fully outfitted for the weather, wearing a large blue puffy jacket.
“Sam!” she yelled, waving both hands at him.
Her focus was laser-like on the enforcer, but as I shifted to see her better, she flicked her gaze across to meet my eyes. In that moment both of us froze to the spot.
No way! My breath came out in panicked bursts as I stepped closer to her to be sure.
The heavy black edging of her glasses perfectly framed the silver in her eyes, which wasn’t as bright as mine, but it was there.
Sam, who seemed to have regained his composure, stepped toward the blonde. “Charlie, this is Becca, the other unicorn.”
Holy eff me! I wasn’t the only female ash.
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