Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

07. Losers, Weepers

CHAPTER 7: Losers, Weepers

I study the atmosphere of the outer warehouse, "There's got to be at least ten Numbers in there." Fern whispers lowly, holding the x-ray visioned binoculars up and changing the heat signature detection systems. Pierce's phone vibrates in his back pocket, he curses in annoyance when it's Phoenix typed in a bold white font on the screen.

He swipes to accept the call, "Pierce here-oh, for fuck sake, Aaron." He whisper-yells, I gesture to hand me the phone.

Pierce looks at me, "He's lecturing me right now. I'm old enough to be his Father and he's lecturing me." He mutters to me, looking ready to scoff before he hands me the phone, I glide it towards my ear.

"What's the problem?" I ask into the speaker.

"Baby, where are you?" I hear Aaron say to me, sounding as though he's put the phone on speaker on his end. I hear chatter from the others, chairs moved and by the connectivity of the phone call, I'd say he's at the main desk.

I stare at the warehouse, "Preoccupied, how's the leg? All fixed?" I question, opening up a separate laptop screen and using the smaller, nano drones supplied in the emergency toolkit in the SUV, activating their sequences.

"It's fine, all healed, but that's not important. It's almost midnight and this is the first I'm hearing back from you, honey. What's going on?" Aaron asks, sounding worried.

I giggle, "Oh, we're trying out new nicknames now? Wow, that choice of incentive really got you hooked, pumpkin." I smirk, Fern gives me a raised eyebrow, I wave him off. Pierce changes the frequency of sound on the drones, in order to hear through the concrete brick walls of the warehouse.

I hear Branson and Madison chuckle in the background, "Where are you, babe?" Aaron murmurs to me, sighing in defeat.

"Okay, so you know how the last location you saw Soren at was with your board of trustees? Turns out, he's not there anymore and we've tracked him to an abandoned warehouse filled with candidates guarding him. It looks to be some kind of meet up and if you wanna help, go get Candidate One." I explain to him.

"Wait, what? And why in the hell would I go get your ex?" He questions.

"Because he has the location to my ship." I say to him, quickly.

"What ship?" He sounds disbelieving, I let that slide.

"Aaron, sweetie. Just go get Candidate One, he should be deactivated once we neutralised him. I just need the location to Obsidian, he'll know what I mean. I need coordinates in order to activate my jet and be able to utilise the tools on it. He has those coordinates, and by the sounds of it, you got Alexander to track us." My sarcasm knew no bounds, hearing our exact location be spoken of in the background of the call as he discusses it with Branson.

"Someone get the freaking Ludlow arsehole to wake up, we need coordinates on her jet." Aaron calls out.

"Got it!" I hear Agent Aidan answer to Aaron's call.

"You are going to be the death of me, Olive." Aaron sighs in the other line.

I furrow my eyebrows, "Oh, dear, still want to be with me?" I ask him, grinning.

"Wouldn't have it any other way. What's your reading on the warehouse? We're getting a strange interference over its perimeter." He murmurs to me.

Pierce looks at me, "They've tried to diminish the signal. It can deflect satellite signalling but because you changed the frequency, ours will work against the concrete, and the roof tiles. But if he's meeting someone, should we wait to see who?" He questions, looking between Fern and I.