Andrew’s POV
On our way; target sterilized and inbound.
Typing the message into the phone, I set it down and glanced behind me. No one was following yet, and there wasn’t any unusual radio chatter over the hand system I had taken with me. I pulled off to the side of the road and went down an almost overgrown path to the truck I had stashed there when I had gotten back. Any way I could throw them off of my trail would be helpful.
I had just gotten to my second vehicle when the APB went out over the pack radio, making me laugh. They were ten minutes too late, the plane already called. I even watched a couple of the pack members scramble down the rode as I flew by them in my white pickup truck, pulling into a small field where the plane and Sid Klein were waiting.
“God, you cult people a
