Ghostwalker 04 - Conspiracy Game

a spot that had plenty of cover, with boulders, trees, and brush, but more importantly, depressions in the ground provided an added element of protection.
    “We’ll rest here and wait,” Jack said. “The team is coming, and if we stay quiet, we might just get lucky.”
    The men set about building a blind, a cavern of twigs and leaves where they could lie and rest while they waited. As dawn streaked the sky, Briony found tension rising and tried to cover it. Jack lay beside her, his fingers curling around hers, and on her other side, Ken appeared to doze.
    How can you do that? Just go to sleep when we’re being hunted like animals?
    Jack turned over to nuzzle her neck. Conserve energy, baby. That’s what it’s always about. Grab sleep when you can. We’re safe enough for a couple of hours. They have to figure out where we went before they can find us. He pulled her closer, his hand pressing her head to his shoulder until she relaxed. Briony had no idea how, but she drifted to sleep.

    She woke to find Jack and Ken gone. She sat up, looking around her, heart beating fast.
    In the distance she could see Ken lying in the open clearing, talking softly into a radio. Jack was harder to spot, but she was beginning to know their methods, and she searched above, in the trees and rocks, knowing he’d be protecting his brother. She thought she saw him in a tree, but blinked, and when she tried to look closer, he wasn’t there. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he put a hand on her shoulder.
    The familiar rifle was in his arms and his face looked grim. Ken returned, and there was a similar expression on his face. “Damn, Jack. I’m sorry. This is my mistake.” Ken shook his head in disgust. “We take it for granted we’re enhanced, and if they send anyone against us chances are the enhancement is only physical, but Whitney sent someone with psychic abilities too. I should have considered that possibility.”
    “There was no way to know.” Jack shrugged as he crouched down beside his brother.
    “We had no choice; we had to use the radio to call our people in. Don’t waste time trying to blame yourself. They were bound to find us, Ken, and you know it. We have to move, and fast.” He held out a bottle of water to Briony.

    “What happened?” Briony asked. She uncapped the bottle and swallowed quickly. The water was warm, but welcome all the same. She screwed the cap back on and offered the bottle to Ken.
    “I had to use the radio and wanted to know how far out the extraction team was, but Whitney sent a radioman, a waver. They can sift through the frequencies at a rapid—nearly computer fast—rate, and hear anything being transmitted. Whitney’s people know exactly where the chopper is coming to get us, and they’re on the way, and they’ll get here first.”
    Jack swore softly. “How far out is our extraction team, Ken?”
    Ken shook his head. “Thirty minutes—too long. We’ll be dead by then.”
    Briony gripped Jack’s hand. “What do we do?”
    “We fight. We have no choice, baby; we have to fight. If we don’t keep them off of us, they’ll run us over in minutes—and it’s going to be a gauntlet, baby, nothing less.
    Whitney’s going to drop his team between us and the only extraction point and force us to fight our way through. He’s coming at us with everything he has because he’s running scared now. There’s a possibility that you’ll slip out of his hands. Once we reach Lily’s, he won’t be able to get near you.” He closed his eyes briefly trying to tell her. He couldn’t shield her from this one and he had to keep his mind open to her in order to convey commands.
    Her hand brushed his face. She easily read his distress, but was uncertain why he was looking at her with such apprehension. “We’ve come this far, Jack; we’re going to make it.”
    “I know. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you—it’s just that I have to do everything in my power to protect you—no matter the cost.”
    She stared into his gray eyes, reading a plea for understanding. Briony leaned close to kiss him. “The cost had better not include a scratch on your body. You’ve got enough scars.
    Be a little careful, Jack.” She lifted her head to smile at Ken. “You too. Let’s just get out of this and get to wherever we’re going. Where are we going?”
    The brothers exchanged another, almost despairing glance. She obviously hadn’t understood what Jack had been trying to say. He