Target (Complete)

Target 13

They feel through.

Since they had basically been hugging unto each other, Lucian landed on top of Alex.

She was about to curse him to the very pits of hell, when he covered her mouth, seeing the signs in her face of an onslaught of profanities directed at him.

They stood like that for another while, listening for signs of anything, or anyone.

"As much as I like your breasts pressed up against me, I think its safe to move to move now. My guy has been uncomfortably being kneed, and I don't know how long I can keep myself like this."

Alex had been ready for some time by then,  to run likes mad for the hills hoping her family was okay,  and crawl under a rock for at least the next decade.  The people who attacked them were dangerous,  and she was scared.  Although,  there was something about Lucian's chest that made her feel safe. It killed her to admit he was right,  and they should have left a long time ago. But before, she needed to know what was going on,  and why Deathdealers were being targeted.

She needed access to a Council computer, one which she knew was not at her home anymore; one which she knew the latest attackers had taken,  and one of which she knew were issued to Alphas.

"You and your friend will live. Now,  we need to take some stuff,  hike down towards the road,  and walk towards Lisa's home. I have a plan and you will not like it."

"I don't like it."

Alex rolled her eyes.

They had packed some stuff, and had walked the few miles it took them to get towards the suburbs where the pack lived.

Because it was Thanksgiving weekend, nobody was out and about.

"Seriously Parker, this is the most ridiculous plan you've come up with. You're endangering this poor girl, and putting yourself in more danger." He was trekking behind her, pulling their luggage.

They'd taken Lucian's back-up-back-up guns and some extras.

"Look, we need access to his Council-issued-computer. We need to move smart, slow, and inconspicuous. They won't be looking for two girls and a guy. Plus, we need to alert them. There are dangerous people about, and they need to be on lock-down mode."

"And you look, we can still get out, find some nice quiet place, and wait for it all to blow over." Lucian was still trying to pitch his escape idea. He knew people who owed him favors, and  he knew for a fact that the council had very little contacts in Iceland. It was too cold and icy for a better part of the year for wolfs to run--and not enough greenery and trees to hide. He could seem them trade battle stories with a bottle of wine next to a fire, in some secluded cabin while the northern lights were visible through their windows. She'd prefer whisky though. 

"It was the council." She stated sternly. 

"What?"

She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "It was the council. The bullets from my attack came from a distributor who only sells to the council. They were a prototype made from a new lighter metal that is supposed to cut through anything. I read a report about it a few months ago, and was on a list to get some bullets when they passed through quality control. Something is not right. And before I leave, I need to find out what it is." She had serious face on. Her brows were furrowed. In that moment, Lucian saw another version of her, one he hadn't encountered before: the stern Alex Parker, the soldier, the thing her father had hopped she'd be so that she'd be safe. 

"That...sounds like something you should have shared with me a long time ago, Parker."

"WHAT!?"