The Untouchables

Chapter Twenty-five: Luke

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on." Wylda shook her head in disapproval. "You're not leaving too. And you're especially not leaving a hoard of eleven, rowdy, children here with me."

"Why not?" I asked, confused. "I won't be gone for long. I just need to-"

"No." She interrupted. "I don't care what your reason is, you are not sticking me with a bunch of kids to look after."

As much as I hated to admit, she was right. I wouldn't want to get stuck with taking care of a group of kids by myself when they weren't my responsibility in the first place.

But come on.

Lynn was kidnapped, I have to leave, and now that I need to go after her, Wylda wouldn't help me with this.

"Wylda, I have to go." I insisted. "Please just watch them."

"Absolutely not." She crossed her arms in protest. "Not my kids, not my responsibility."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Just do it. I have to get going."

"Nope." She said stubbornly. "If she could freely come back last night to get her mask, she can certainly wait until we figure out where to put these kids."

We looked at the kids, who were currently eating some breakfast that I'd passed out to them. I had zero idea on where I could possibly dump them, and where they'd be safe. I couldn't just leave, obviously. Wylda would track me down and make me take them back, and I certainly couldn't leave them with nobody.

On the other hand,

Lynn was in danger.

I needed to leave as quickly as possible if I wanted any chance to save her.

"What are we going to do with them?" Wylda whispered.

I didn't have the slightest idea.

My satanic side was begging me to just leave everyone, including the kids, in the middle of the forest to risk life and limb to save Lynn. But I knew that wouldn't be the smartest decision.

And I think Wylda would track me down and throttle me if I left her with eleven unruly children in the middle of the woods.

I shrugged, sighed and tilted my head up at the morning blue sky, as if I was going to somehow find an absolutely magical solution to our problems.

Unfortunately for me, I found it.

A large. Black. Raven.

I groaned, trying to search my mind for an alternative solution. Even though it was the best option we had.

"What is it?" Wylda asked after she heard my painful groan.

"I think I've found our solution." I told her, and pointed up at the bird. She let out a breathy sigh, that sounded more like an exaggerated groan as she realized what I was implying.

"You can't be serious."

"Unfortunately, I think it's our only option."

For the record, that was the safest option to keep all of the kids safe while I wasn't there. As much as I didn't trust Informer or the rest of The Army for attempting to drive Wylda, Lynn and I against each other, they would keep them safe.

And they would.

For as much as they put me through, and as much as I've done for them over the past eight years, they owe me. Big time.

I called over the kids, and briefly explained what was happening.

I basically told them that Sparrow was in danger, and that I needed to go after her. So, they'd be staying with some people that I was 'good friends with', until I got back.