With nerveless fingers I twist the key
again, and this time the lock disengages. When Alden reaches the
gate, he slides it out of the way. “Shit, man,” he drawls, clapping
me on the back. “You found him, didn’t you? I knew you
would.”
“Alden, what’s going on
here?”
Soldiers are all over the place; the
wind raised by the helicopter still blinds me, but I see our men in
green everywhere at once, and the guards are on the ground, the
fencing is being torn down, this place is being destroyed.
“Alden?”
He laughs at me. “Max said to find
you,” he explains. “So I did. Or rather, I found someone who knew
where you were.”
He points at Nuri, who waves jauntily.
Sloan sees the military presence and lowers his gun. Taking a step
or two backwards, he glares at me before he turns and runs down a
nearby alley. Nuri follows, the two of them disappearing like
dreams in the light of dawn.
At the look of confusion on my face,