On The Run

Chapter 12

Pulling onto a dirt road, Christian stopped the ancient best of a truck and looked around. Forests on either side of the road dense, green, and so tall. All he could see was trees for miles and no end in sight.

Christian had know way of knowing for sure if this was right, but he was there now and no way to turn back. He'd been on the road day and night for the last few days without much sleep, hoping Ana was okay. The bastard better not put his fucking hands on her.

Moving ahead down the road as gently as he could; the ole girl he was driving was nearly on her last legs. The bumps weren't helping as he hit them. Avoiding them were tough in the truck and a small road. Christian guessed this was Taylor's way of saying do not go down this road. You're not wanted.

As Christian traveled down the long road, a buck shot out across the road, and he put the breaks on quickly. The old trick jerked forward as it stopped. The buck was huge, brown, and had a white tail. The antlers were so big and thick, Christian knew it was better to stay in the car. The buck would surely do more damage to him than the truck.

Once it was all clear, Christian continued down the road. A clearing came into view, but it was closed off by a fence. Christian came to a stop, leaned forward, and glanced around before he got out of the truck and walked to the fence. There was a small log cabin a few miles ahead with a barn to the right. It looked large enough to have cars parked in it and stalls for animals, if Taylor had any.

"Stop right there," a disembodied voice echoed around him. "You get closer to the fence, you'll either fry or I'll be picking you up for pieces and setting them out for the wild animals feed on"

Christian stopped, foot hanging on the air and froze in place. "Taylor. It's Christian Grey." He looked around, hoping Taylor will come out. "We worked together. You were my mentor and my teacher. Please. I need to talk to you. It's imperative."

The former spy noticed an intercom on the fence in front of him.

"Hold on, Grey," Taylor told through the intercom.

A series of lock mechanisms popped and cracked before the gate opened up.

"All right," Taylor said.

"I won't be bar b qued?

"Not today my friend."

Christian nodded as he rushed back to the truck, driving towards the cabin and parking it by the barn. The gate closed shut and the locks and boobytraps were once again in place. Paranoid much Christian thought as he got out and shut the door. Taylor walked out onto the porch of the cabin.

The closer Christian got to the cabin with two small dormers peeking out at him likes eyes watching over him and a wrap around porch. It looked quite homey out in the middle of nowhere. There was a slight hum near the house that Christian assumed was the generator that kept the place alive.

"Hey!" Taylor greeted with a smile and an outstretched hand to shake. He was wearing camo.

The two men shook hands and Taylor pulled Christian into a quick hug. They broke their man hug and smiled at each again. It'd been a long time since they'd seen each other.

"How are you?" Christian wounded as he glanced around and then back at Taylor. How did someone top in his field end up like this?

"Great," Taylor usher them into the cabin."

The cabin was sparsely furnished and dishes all over. It looked as if it had not been cleaned in months. Christian could see the door ajar to the left. The room had a messy bed and a nightstand. In front of him and to the left was the staircase leading up to a loft. All to the right was open space living room, dining room, and kitchen off the left.