Chapter 112: Some Omega Solidarity, Perhaps?
(ARLO)
"No. I’d rather you gave in."
"I’m not a threat to you, Miles." I sigh impatiently. "You’re more of a threat to me than I am to you because you are going to tell Sasha of all the plans I have. I just want to get home now. That’s all. I won’t hurt Sasha until I have new plans in place. Your boss is safe from me. For now."
"Is that what you think?"
I open my mouth to say something but he curses in Italian and his eyes flick to something behind me. Suddenly, he grabs me by my shoulder and pulls me to the side of the phone booth. His big body shields me as he peeks around the booth.
"I just saw Dalton and one of his men pull into the station. Shit." He whispers. "We have to get back to the bike first and make a run down the hill. We don’t have time to make the calls anymore."
"But the phone is just there." I huff impatiently.
He grabs my arm. "Yeah. And so is Dalton. Let’s go around back the building. They will notice we were here as soon as they see that unconscious guy."
I’m not happy about how he drags me. Either way, I let him do it. I was mere seconds away from making the call. I don’t want to get back down the mountain on a goose chase again, but I know that I have no choice. We need to either run or hide if it is true that my crazy cousin and his men are here. Standing in the booth will only expose us more.