Tracking

"I'll amputate his legs and—" Thatcher was still speaking when the call abruptly ended. Noticing this, he angrily smashed the phone against the wall.

"That evil bitch," he snarled.

"She ended the call?" Logan groaned, equally furious.

Julian turned to the man behind him. "Erick, how is it going?" he asked.

"It's working, but the connection is quite slow," Erick replied, typing on his computer.

"How long will it take?"

"About forty minutes to an hour," Erick estimated.

"This won't do; I can't just sit and wait. I can't," Thatcher grumbled.

"You're right. Let's search for her; we might find her before Erick gets the location," Logan agreed with Thatcher.

"Will you go together?" Julian asked, looking at his brothers.

"No, let's split up; Julian, you're coming too. We'll split," Thatcher said, picking up his phone. "Erick, please keep us updated; let's aim for under thirty minutes."