When I started to come to, I felt strong arms around me. The next thing I registered was that the scent was male, and familiar. The Texan. Oh damn it all. Would nothing in my life ever go as it was supposed to? “Your luck you didn’t get compacted, cher. Did you forget that the trash gets picked up on Tuesday mornings?” I kept feigning unconciousness. Playing dead would have been useless at this point. I mean, the dude could hear my heartbeat. I kept silent. “Aaah. I see. The silent treatment, is it? Cher, I know your conscious. You might as well open your eyes.” I did. “There, isn’t that a little better?” He asked, causing me to have to stifle my regurgitation reflux. I had a feeling it wouldn’t do to make this guy angry yet. “Where the bloody hell are we?” He shook his head sadly. “Sorry cher, I can’t tell you that.” I tried to get my hands out from behind my back, but they were cuffed. Damn. I was going to have to escape these, but I had a feeling breaking them wasn’t gonna cut it. “Okay then. Who are you, and why are you after me?” “Can’t tell you that either cher, not yet, anyway.” “What can you tell me then?” I narrowed my eyes in fury. “I can tell you that no one here is going to hurt you, because if they do, they’ll have to answer to me.” That was such a non-answer that I honestly couldn’t believe he thought it was going to work on me.”How come you didn’t get blown up when I caused the pickup to explode?” A look of shock crossed his face. “Wait, that was YOU?” “Yup. Now answer the damn question.” “I’m indestructable. One hyndred percent pure awesome.” Great, this guy’s an egomaniac. I thought to myself “Okay, moving on. how did you guys find me?” “One of our guys noticed you when you checked into the motel.” Note to self- avoid public housing units at all costs. “Where are you from? I mean, your accent screams Texas, but I can’t be sure.” Shoot for friendly, but not overly friendly, I reminded myself.
next chapter-
Damon’s point of view-
I couldn’t find Carmen through the mind link, and it began to freak me out, until I recalled one of our previous mental conversations, in which she had told me that she had at least three trackers on her at all times. James, Fayne, Smitty and myself split up and went to gather all of the tracking recievers. I could only imagine what could be happening to Carmen right now. For all I knew, she could be dead in a ditch, or well, not dead, but badly hurt. I would feel if she died. “Okay. Lets get these fired up.” James had taken control of the situation. two minutes later, the trackers had a positive hit on her. She was in Coronado, California, which was a Navy SEAL strongpoint. I punched some numbers into my phone, texting the company commander with the news. Hopefully, we could have her back into friendly arms within the hour. When a SEAL is threatened, the rest respond, even into the higher up ranks. Sure enough, I got a phone call from one of the guys from SEAL team seven, saying they had the position in sight. It looked as if Carmen had been caught, said the guy on scene. Those words very nearly gave me a heart attack. James reacted far worse. “Oh god... NO! Carmen! no!” Amber rubbed his arm soothingly, tears falling silently down her face. I could feel that the fear she felt was for her friend, the shock as she realized the full extent of the trouble Carmen had gotten into, and the pain for James having lost everything. I forced myself to focus on getting into Carmen’s mind. I encountered her wall, but this time I put all of my formidable magical stregnth into breaking it down. I felt my mother and Father augumenting my stregnth with theirs, and Carmen’s wall finally crumbled. I watched with rage as the one known only as “the texan” refused to answer her questions, and I waited for the raid to go down.
