“Do you have any idea why Dragonov wants them?” Sergio asks, there’s no warmth in the question. His brother’s name is practically a snarl.
“I don’t, but I’m sure we called Robbo Sparky.”
“Sparky?” Sergio repeats. “As in electricity?”
I shrug, “perhaps. How long do you have before … you know?”
“He used to give me about a week but now I’m not sure I’ll get that.” He sighs and runs a hand over his chin, thinking, “I’m not gonna kill your friends Blair, but my sorta plan is risky. I’m not even sure I have the stuff still.”
He turns back to the fence, our day out is now over. I pass the swing set and shiver. If I had’ve been a little slower or Sergio hadn’t pulled me down.
“It’s a good job your brother’s a rubbish shot,” I force myself to be optimistic.
“He’s not a rubbish shot,” Sergio corrects me sadly. “And he definitely recognised you.”
“Will you stop doing that?” I snap. “Or do you have no concept of privacy?”
“Sorry princess but I don’t. Not since your dear old dad messed with my head.”
“That wasn’t my fault so don’t blame me for that!” My voice rises in pitch and volume.
“Keep your voice down,” he scolds and then mutters, “You really don’t know do you?”
I don’t think I was meant to hear that. I stay quiet. I might even learn something. Sergio goes silent, not even muttering under his breath.
He helps me over the fence like before, but when I catch a glimpse of his face I see he is not happy. Actually, that’s an understatement. Sergio looks completely annoyed. There’s fire in his eyes and his lips are pressed together so tightly they almost disappear. Rather than walk back, he seems to shuffle. His shoulders are hunched over and he seems depressed. There’s a lightness to his steps though. I don’t think anything could get rid of that. He’s been trained too well.
“Sergio?” I venture.
“Ssh!” He hisses and spins round to face me, finger on his lips.
“Why?” I whisper.
Instead of answering he points up to the dark alley. I follow the line of his finger and stare at the darkened window. A flash of silver and the smell of burning accompanying a gunshot.
“Duck!” I shout and follow my own advice.
Sergio grabs my hand and drags me to my feet. He starts running and I stumble after him, trying to stand and run at the same time. Not to mention the fact it’s really hard to run in boots and I think I’m getting a blister.
Sergio slows down and I almost crash into him. He sucks in air through his teeth, but doesn’t say anything. He just turns away from the alley we were about to go down and stays in the open.
His hand starts to slip out of mine. Pushing myself I ignore my sore feet and manage to catch up with him.
That’s when we hear barking. Sergio freezes for a split second and his back arches like someone’s passed electricity down it.
“Dogs!” He shouts sounding almost scared.
“Dogs?” I repeat, something tells me they aren’t normal animals.
“Dogs,” he confirms with a shiver. “Specially bred to kill us, let’s hope these are just Trackers.”
“Can we out run them?” I ask rubbing the back of my foot with two fingers.
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Project: Hero
Teen Fiction"You might be a killer, but I don't think you're a monster." The government has taken over the nation in a totalitarian state. But there are a select few who stand in its way. And that is those with the moon Tattoos. Each possesses a strange power a...
