Cut and Run 5 - Armed and Dangerous

staying down for now.
    A moment later Ty pulled a badge and held it up, looking at it in shock as he flipped it open. It read FBI in big blue letters.
    “See!” Julian shouted. “They’re your people!”
    “They’re not our people,” Zane said. “Let up, Cross. We both know I could have shot you twice before you had me.”
    “But you didn’t, your fault,” Julian said. “Grady, the gun.”
    “Go fuck yourself,” Ty said as he continued to pat the dead man’s pockets. He pulled out a clear spiral cord from behind the man’s ear and whistled as he held it up. “These aren’t Bureau issue.”
    Julian relaxed his grip on Zane as he looked at the earpiece. Cameron stood, wondering if he’d ever seen a man so close to Julian’s size next to him. From the back, or maybe the side, he just might mistake Zane Garrett for Julian, and that was still disconcerting even after all this time with him.
    “We knew there was something more to this,” Zane reminded them, his back still against Julian’s chest, though he didn’t seem particularly fazed by the bloody broken glass at his throat. “I think it might be a little more important to be leaving right now.”
    “Agreed,” Julian said instantly. He dropped the lightbulb and turned to look back for Cameron.
    “How’d they find us? That’s so fucking random,” Ty asked as he stood. He sounded pissed.
    As Zane and Ty kept talking, Cameron tuned them out. He’d be along for the ride regardless of his input. His eyes strayed from Julian, over to the mess of the bed, across the littered floor between them, to the crumpled body of a dead man with a lamp cord wrapped around his throat. Cameron let out a shaky breath. He knew that life with Julian was like this sometimes, but that didn’t mean it was easy to handle or understand.
    Julian moved toward him and hugged him fiercely, seeming to sense that was what he needed. And it was, to be held close and comforted. Cameron sighed and tipped his head back to find Julian’s eyes. “Are you okay?”
    Julian nodded. “You?”
    “Yes.” Cameron did not look down at the body nearby but instead toward the two men searching the other bodies, words flying rapid-fire between them. He hadn’t been paying attention to know if Ty and Zane were working or insulting each other. For all he knew, it could be the same thing with them. “It’s not safe here.”
    “No,” Julian agreed as he looked back at the two agents. He squeezed Cameron’s arm. “Get dressed, Cameron, okay? We’re leaving as soon as these two idiots figure this out.”
    Cameron nodded. He wanted to ask questions, but the set of Julian’s shoulders told him that now was not the time.

    T Y GROWLED as they stripped the dead bodies of all the weaponry they could find. He didn’t like being in the dark, and he felt decidedly shadowed right now.
    “Whoever they are, they’ve got top-notch gear,” Zane said as he pulled a backup gun off one of the fallen agents.
    Ty nodded unhappily. “Yeah, like their tricked-out fucking CIA spy cars. What could they possibly have tracked? We’ve tossed everything we have.”
    Julian stepped toward them, holding a gun he’d taken from one of the men before Ty or Zane could get to it. “We’re leaving,” he announced. He held up the gun. “With or without you.”
    Cameron stopped behind Julian, their smallest bag over his shoulder.
    “Simmer down, Cross, all right?” Ty muttered as he picked up the dead man’s fake badge again. He stared at it, the FBI logo emblazoning itself into his mind. “Ah, shit,” he hissed as he stood up.
    “What?” Zane asked as he stood as well. He checked the ammunition in the gun in his hand and snapped the cartridge back in place before looking at Ty.
    “It’s me.”
    “What?”
    “It’s me, they’ve been tracking me,” Ty said as he pulled at the nylon strap of his wristwatch.
    “What? How?” Julian demanded as he stepped forward.
    Ty held up the watch. It was a Citizen Promaster Eco-drive dive watch with a black nylon band and a chrome and matte black face. He wore it everywhere he went, never even taking it off to sleep or shower. Richard Burns had given it to him when he’d graduated from the Academy.
    Julian shrugged impatiently as he looked at it.
    “It has a tracking device in it.”
    “It what?” Zane blurted.
    Ty glanced at him, apologetic. “Burns had a tracker put in it so he could follow me on assignments. I only activate it when I’m dark or