Page 8 of Protecting Josie
He gasped at what he saw. To many people, it would look like an alien tentacle or something equally as foreign, but he knew exactly what it was.
He grinned and waved at the thing like a total dork.
It disappeared in an instant, but Blink wasn’t alarmed.
Within seconds, a small black earplug was shoved through the hole, falling onto the floor. Suppressing a groan, Blink scooted on his ass, moving closer to the wall. He leaned against it as he placed the earpiece into his ear.
“Hey, Blink! How the hell are ya?”
“Flash? Is that you?” he asked in a voice so low, it was almost a whisper. But he had no doubt his teammate would hear him. The technology in the radio receiver was that good.
“It’s me,” Flash reassured him. “You done with your little vacation yet? Want a ride home?”
“Fuck yes,” he said, relief swamping through his body.
“Right. Saw the jewelry you’re wearing, and we’ll have to get that off first thing. But we’re gonna make a hole into yourcell, pull your ass out, then head off into the night. The natives are restless, so we’re gonna try to do this quietly. Got you a nice disguise to put on and with any luck, we’ll get to the taxi stand without attention.”
Blink frowned, and his gaze immediately went to the woman in the cell next to him. “Got a friend,” he told Flash.
There was silence for a moment. “Shit. All right. Where?”
“Ten feet to my right.”
He wasn’t surprised when the fiberoptic camera at the end of the fiberscope returned through the tiny hole and was pointed toward the other cell.
“Intel?” Flash demanded.
“Not much. Small, under five feet. No shoes or appropriate clothing. I’m not leaving her.”
“Roger. This changes plans. Can you hold on a few more hours?”
Blink would hold on as long as it took for Spirit to be rescued alongside him. “Yes.” He wouldn’t think about the torture his captors had in store for him. He’d take whatever they wanted to dish out if it meant getting out of this hellhole.
“All right, we’ll be back. Be ready.”
“I was born ready,” Blink told his teammate.
There was a pause, then Flash snorted. “Are you sure you’re Blink? You’re awfully talkative.”
“Just get us the hell out of here,” he told his friend. “We’ll be ready.”
“Roger.”
Then the camera disappeared through the hole oncemore, and Blink knew his friend was gone. He looked over at the woman.
And just as he thought, her eyes were open and she was staring at him from her spot along the far wall. Moving painfully, Blink scooted toward the bars separating their cells. He spoke in a low, even tone. “That was my team. They’ll be back tomorrow to get us out. Don’t know the plan yet, but all we have to do is go with the flow. Do you think you can walk?”
Her serious eyes bore into his own, but she didn’t respond. Didn’t move. He didn’t think she was even breathing.
“It’s okay if you can’t. You’re tiny. I can carry you easily enough.”
She finally moved, lifting her foot and pointing to it.
Blink was thrilled she was communicating with him. It was surprisingly easy to have a “conversation” with her, even without her saying a word. “My team will take care of shoes and clothes for us both.”
Her gaze went from him, to the door of their prison, then back to him.
“They’re devising a new plan, but whatever it is, it’ll work. I trust them with our lives, Spirit.”
