Cut and Run 5 - Armed and Dangerous
the situation.
Julian wrapped his arm around Ty and supported some of his weight, ducking his head and hiding his face as they made their way past the overwhelmed security checkpoint. They followed the crowd, letting it sweep them toward the exits. Cameron ducked under Zane’s arm to hide as they shuffled out. Zane flashed his badge at the man who tried to stop them to hasten their exit.
“There. Government-issue SUV at the curb,” Julian said as he pointed through the glass doors. “I managed to get the keys off one of them.”
Zane headed that way without even questioning it, and he went to the back door to try the handle. It popped open, and Julian shoved Ty inside and then climbed in after him, leaving the front for Cameron and Zane. Cameron scrambled in through the driver’s side and over the console. Zane glanced around them before climbing in, calmly shutting the door and driving away into traffic.
Cameron turned in his seat to look at the two men in the back. “Ty? Are you okay?”
“Feels like somebody shoved a boot between my ribs,” Ty answered, voice strained.
“That’s actually exactly what happened,” Cameron told him.
Ty hissed and then growled at Julian. “Quit touching me.”
“I’m trying to make sure you’re not dying,” Julian shot back.
“Well, that hurts!”
“All the more reason to poke it!”
“Play nice,” Zane said, but there was too much edge in his tone for it to be funny.
Cameron watched how he kept checking the rearview mirror. He wondered if Zane was checking for a tail or trying to get a look at his roughed-up partner.
“Will we get away?”
“For now,” Zane said. “It’ll take them some time to figure out who’s where and what’s missing, enough time for us to get somewhere and disable the GPS in this thing. But it won’t last.”
“That was fucking stupid,” Ty muttered from the backseat. “I told you to go.”
“Yes, well, unfortunately my conscience is a little more willful than most,” Julian grumbled, and Cameron knew his lover was talking about him.
“They were CIA again, Zane,” Ty said, voice soft and hoarse. He pulled a badge from his coat, waving it at them. He had lifted it from one of the men in the airport. “I identified myself and they didn’t care.”
“Rogue cell,” Julian murmured. “They’ve got to be acting under his orders.”
“Whose orders?”
Julian took a moment to explain what was going on to Zane, and it was mostly news to Cameron too.
“Burns must be protecting someone,” Ty said, voice still strained. “Or investigating on the down low.”
“Rogue or not, they’ve had the resources and the manpower to stay on us this long. I don’t see that mess stopping them from keeping after us,” Zane said as he shifted his attention back and forth from traffic and the rearview.
“We need to get somewhere safe. Unexpected,” Ty said. Cameron couldn’t see him, but he sounded worn and beaten.
“And soon. Your partner is bleeding,” Julian informed Zane without a hint of sympathy.
Zane finally looked over his shoulder back at Ty. “How serious?”
“Shut up, that’s not my blood,” Ty murmured. His voice sounded weak.
“Ty,” Zane said, his voice brooking no humorous pushover. Cameron heard leather squeak, and when he looked, he saw Zane’s hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.
“What? It’s not my blood!”
“Let me see it,” Julian demanded, and a moment later there were sounds of a scuffle from the back seat.
“I am AB positive and this is distinctly type O blood!” Ty finally shouted at him. “Look at the little Os!”
“Jesus Christ, Grady, can you not take one fucking thing seriously?” Julian yelled back in utter frustration. Cameron wondered what it was about Ty that made Julian lose his composure so easily. If he weren’t so secure in their relationship, he might actually be jealous of it.
Cameron gasped as the SUV jerked over to the shoulder of the road and came to a sudden stop. Zane threw it into park and turned in his seat. “Enough!” he shouted, grabbing Ty’s wrist when it flailed within reach. Cameron shrank back, leaning against the passenger-side door as Zane growled. “Grady, give me a clear answer, dammit!”
“I’m not bleeding!” Ty insisted, sounding a mixture of exasperated and hurt that Zane didn’t believe him. “Would you put the car back in drive before we’re strafed by CIA fighter jets or
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