Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

quiet, nonadventurous fiancée—she was a woman with a steel cord running down her spine, someone to stand beside him, not walk behind him. Each of the Drake sisters would give everything she had, everything she was, to get her youngest sister back.
    Matt slipped his earpiece in, commenting as he and Tom maneuvered around guards. “From this angle I can see two men on the roof of the vil a.
    They’re not al that alert, the wind is real y slamming them, but there might be more. Two on the southern side, in the rocks, but moving position up toward higher ground as the waves increase in height and strength.†He gave the coordinates, knowing Jackson and Jonas would be mapping out each guard’s position as information came in.
    â€œWe’ve got rol ing patrols,†Tom hissed and sank down into the shadows.
    Matt dropped with him, lying prone, his gun in his fist as he watched the vehicle and guards go slowly by, flashing spotlights along the crevasses of the boulders and into the brush. He counted the seconds, each one ticking by a beat of his heart, each passing moment increasing the risk to the three men who had been driven to the mini power plant.
    He was up and running the moment the vehicle had passed out of sight. Staying to the shadows, but increasing his speed over the uneven ground, avoiding the manicured drive he knew the roving patrols would most likely stick to in the storm. The waves broke over the rocks as the storm began slowly to increase in strength. If Gratsos had any psychic talent, the Drakes had to be careful, using a soft touch and making the storm as natural as possible so he wouldn’t feel a sudden surge. Matt didn’t know much about how it worked, but Kate said they could feel the brush of psychic energy when it was used.
    The power plant loomed ahead, a smal structure behind a chain-link fence. The gate was open, a vehicle sitting sideways by the open door. Tom and Matt slipped inside the fence and made their way to the door. Tom caught the handle and waited until Matt was in position before pul ing the door open so Matt could slide in, gun steady in his hand while Tom covered him. He cleared the immediate area, moved forward to give Tom entry and cover. They went forward in standard search-and-clear formation as they moved through the rows of wires until they heard the sound of voices.
    â€œYes, Mr. Gratsos,†the disembodied male voice said, “he’s tel ing me they want to leave anyway. The weather is growing worse and they’re afraid of getting stuck here. Our regular workers were unavailable, they’d already gone home in anticipation of the storm.â€
    There was a short silence and then the guard sighed heavily. “Of course, Mr. Gratsos, we searched them. There were no weapons on them.â€
    Another silence fol owed, this one briefer than the first. “There are three because one is serving an apprenticeship.†The guard fought to keep exasperation out of his voice. “Yes, sir. They’l have to work fast to stay ahead of the storm.†His voice lowered. “We may have to put them up for the night.â€
    Matt crept around the floor-to-ceiling rows, trusting Tom to take out the guard when he finished his conversation with Gratsos. His entire being was focused on the safety of team one. The three men faced him, fingers locked behind their heads, al looking indignant. Kent looked especial y annoyed, his brows pul ed together as he glared at the guard who had his back to Matt.
    â€œWe can leave,†he snarled. “This is bul shit.â€
    â€œHave patience.†The guard sounded bored. “He’s checking your IDs.â€
    Kent looked at the other two. “What does he think we plan to do? Steal with al you guards around?â€
    Something heavy fel on the floor in the direction of the guard who was cal ing Gratsos. “Clear here,†Tom’s voice confirmed in Matt’s ear.
    Matt cleared his throat. The guard pointing his weapon at team one swung around, his finger tightening on the trigger instinctively. Matt shot him.
    â€œLet’s go. We need to disable the generator.â€
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    ELLE pried open her eyelids, forcing herself to take short, shal ow breaths to ease the pain in her body. She’d tried to warn the doctor they’d brought in, and that had earned her another beating. She hadn’t saved him. She hadn’t saved