Page 43 of Her Unflinching Warrior (Omega Sky)
His phone rang. Ryker. “Charge is disarmed. I don’t know how many others. I’m going to search for the guy. Ambulance is waiting at the gate.”
“No need, hot-wired the yacht. Get here ASAP, we’ll head to the marina.”
“Got it.”
“You only have five and half minutes if there are more charges,” Gideon pointed out.
The line went dead. Ryker had hung up again. Gideon was wet from his time in the water, but he began to sweat anyway. He bent back down and worked to finish the job so the engine would start.
He connected the third wire from the off terminal to the positive terminal on the battery. Gideon switched on the gas tank and turned on the three-wire switch. He was almost a hundred percent sure he did it right, so he hustled up to the cockpit, and pressed the button to start the engine.
It roared to life. They were in business.
He looked at his watch. It had been seven minutes since Ryker told him that the charge was set for fifteen minutes, and he still didn’t know what was going on. He couldn’t call him; he didn’t want to do anything that might distract his friend.
The boat house!Of course, they would have set a charge to blow up the boat house. It was located where the dock met land, so even if Ryker found the guy and made it out of the house and headed to the yacht, he could still be killed when he got near the boat house.
Gideon was over the side of the ship, and running down the dock, in seconds. It was killing him not checking on Jada, but he had to concentrate on the mission. As soon as he opened the boat house door, he saw the C-4 and the detonator. It was the sloppiest job he’d seen in his life. Obviously, whoever set it didn’t give a damn. When he got down on his knees to disarm it, he realized he was kneeling in a pool of blood.
“What the hell?”
Aw, who cares?
His phone rang, it was Ryker. “Found another charge and a dead guy who bled out beside it. It’s got enough C-4 to blow the whole front of the house. This has to be the last of it.”
“There’s still the garage,” Gideon warned.
“Shit, you’re right,” Ryker agreed. “We’re down to four minutes.”
“Skip it. The garage is far away enough that the explosion shouldn’t impact you. Try to find that guy that Jada was talking about and get him to the yacht. But, wait until the four minutes are up.”
“Why?”
Gideon hung up and concentrated on disarming the bomb in front of him.
His smile was grim.
Three minutes.
Thank God it was electrically primed. He pulled out his knife and unfolded it. He carefully pulled up one of the wires that was set to channel the current to the blasting cap, and he cut it.
“One down.” He cut the next one.
“Hot damn!” He looked at his watch; hell he had ninety seconds left—easy, breezy.
He closed his knife, got up, and shoved open the boat house door. He sprinted down the dock.
Gideon didn’t even remember how he got down to Jada, but he was beside her, touching the pulse in her neck. It was beating steadily.
“That’s it, Angel. You’ve got this.”
He felt the engine fire up.
“Ryker,” he yelled at the top of his lungs.
“I’ve got this,” his teammate yelled back, echoing his words. Gideon slumped in relief knowing that Ryker was at the helm and they’d soon be at the marina and could get Jada the help she needed.
Gideon looked down at Jada. “Hold on, Angel. I love you. Hold on.”
