Resurgence: Green Fields book 5 (50 page)

There really was nothing left for me here.

Glancing over to Mary, I debated asking her how she could live with what I knew was really going on here, beyond all their quiet, kumbaya-esque community. I could already picture her answer. A daughter, a sister, a grandchild—someone was somewhere held for ransom, and rather than fight, she’d let herself become part of the gruesome machine that condemned hundreds of women to unbelievable misery and death. If they’d wanted to make a change, the people of Halsey could have risen up any day and overwhelmed the fifteen to twenty guards that I’d counted. They could have called for help over the radio. They could have sent someone to get help. But rather than become their own heroes they were content playing the victims.

I was so over it.

Looking one last time at Sam—who was still talking at me, increasingly more frantic as she realized that her words weren’t getting through to me—I did my best to commit her face to memory. I couldn’t save her from herself—but I could get out there and do my very best to make sure to eradicate the danger that was looming just out of sight. She would likely never know that it had been me, in the event that I succeeded. It didn’t matter. None of that mattered anymore.

Stepping back, I pulled off the hat and raised my face to the sun, forcing my eyes to open as wide as they would go. Pain arced like lightning through my skull, and immediately the tears started running down my cheeks. I kicked my sandals off, my still aching feet protesting, but if I needed to run or fight, they’d only hinder me.

“What are you doing?” Sam called out, breathy with anxiety.

Smiling at the increasingly more blurry image of her, I reached out and squeezed her hand. “You know that I’m a shitty actress. The only reason I could deceive you was because you wanted to see me as the weak, vulnerable victim. That wouldn’t work on anyone else if they saw me marching out of here with my head held high.” I paused, and slowly let my fingers slip from her grasp. “Goodbye, Sam. I wish you a long and happy life, but I can’t be a part of it anymore.”

I didn’t wait for her reply, just turned around and launched my crying, sobbing self into Nate’s waiting arms.

The moment my body collided with his and I felt his arms close around me, it was as if something inside of me broke. Tears that a second ago had just been caused by hypersensitive eyes turned real, as did the pretend sobs wrecking my body. I knew that I had to be strong, that I wasn’t out of danger yet, but right now I just couldn’t hold it together anymore. All the fright and horror of the past week came up inside of me, but there was so much more that choked me up. So much loss and grief and disappointment, a world of hurt that was simply too much to bear, to shoulder alone anymore. On top of that rode relief that he was alive, that what I hadn’t even dared to consider—that when Taggard’s people had nabbed me, they’d killed him and the others—hadn’t come true. The knowledge that I wouldn’t have to set out on my own, that I still had people I could trust at my side. So I allowed myself a few seconds to just let go, to let all that out and shove it off my chest, so that with my next, deep inhale I could pull myself together again and do what must be done, damn the consequences.

Of course, Nate didn’t know any of that, and I had no way of communicating that to him. I could only guess how seeing me strung out and another few pounds lighter must have seemed to him. What had started as a simple embrace soon turned into him clutching me to his chest as if he was trying to wrap as much of him around me as possible, to shield me with his body. I could feel the tension increase in his muscles, which kicked my own alertness into a new level. Pressing my face into the mothball-scented coarseness of the poncho, I took a shaky breath, resisting the urge to let myself go further. I needed to snap out of this, right fucking now.

“Bree, please tell me that you’re okay,” I heard him whisper into my hair. “I swear, I’ll kill everyone here if they’re responsible for this.”

His words made me choke out a laugh, barely more than a hiccup, but I felt him relax immediately. I knew that it wasn’t an empty threat—but rather, a simple fact. That this made me laugh spoke volumes of just how screwed up I was—but I was in very good company there. Craning my neck so my lips could almost reach his ear, I murmured back—and for once didn’t feel bad about lying.

“I will be. Just get me out of here, right fucking now.” I paused, using another deep breath to further ground myself. “You don’t need to kill anybody. But I do.”

His grip on me loosened, letting me breathe freely again. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d been holding me tight enough to constrict my airways. I still clung to him, unwilling to let go just yet, but that didn’t hinder him from shoving the sunglasses onto the bridge of my nose and pushing the hat deep into my face. It was then that I realized that the entire ridiculous outfit was for my benefit—to shield my eyes from the sun, and to have something to bundle me up in should they have found me naked. I didn’t want to start considering what Nate had expected to find here. At least the skirt and tank top that I was wearing left me able to move freely.
 

There was a chance I would still need that.

Turning my face into Nate’s neck, I shamelessly smeared snot and tears all over his clothes before I nudged the glasses back into place. The wrap-around, glacier-proof ones would have been better, but these ones would do in a pinch. I blinked until I could see more or less straight again, noticing Andrej standing behind Nate where he could both pretend to be part of the conversation that the guards had mostly with Martinez, with Burns adding the odd comment here and there. I instantly berated myself for losing track of what was going on, even if it had been for only thirty seconds or so, but there was nothing I could do about that now. And with ex-mayor and still-asshole John standing right next to Martinez, I couldn’t allow myself to make a weird move. The fact that he hadn’t recognized any of us yet was a miracle, and one I wasn’t about to threaten.

Just then another of the guards laughed about some derogatory statement Martinez had offered up that I knew must have made him taste bile, but he didn’t show any of it. It seemed he’d assumed the role of the leader of this group. Like any of the soldiers we’d seen out there they didn’t have any rank or unit insignia on their gear. Their getup could have fooled me—and hopefully would continue to do so with the guards.

“Where you headed next?” John asked conversationally, but I didn’t miss how the other guards around him perked up. Andrej was still glancing my way, so I let my hand drop down from Nate’s shoulder to his shoulder blade and tapped my middle and index fingers twice, pointing east. Andrej gave me a lazy blink that anyone would have missed, but I could see his upper arm tense as he signaled something with his fingers that I couldn’t see.

“We’re heading to an installation next to drop off these two here,” Martinez offered, his eyes never leaving the guards. “East of here.” It was a wonderfully vague statement but I couldn’t help but tense slightly, even though I willed my muscles to relax.

The guffaw one of the guards gave was confirmation enough that it had been a good answer, and the guy from before shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “Fate can be such a bitch,” he murmured.

John was the only one of them who wasn’t snickering, his eyes taxing the three “soldiers” once more with a hint of suspicion.

“Tell old man Taggard hello from us. Rotation’s overdue for two days now,” he said.
 

I’d been waiting for someone to mention his name, but even so I didn’t manage not to jerk as my entire body tensed up. Nate must have noticed and likely the others, too, but what was surprising was that Burns went rigid—and that before he could have caught on to what was going on with me. John’s eyes zeroed in on him, but Martinez’s easy, relaxed drawl demanded his attention.

“I wouldn’t call him that to his face and expect to survive. You testin’ us or something?” Jerking his chin toward Burns, he let out a snort. “He’s new. Don’t mind him. He’ll learn.”

Did they know more than I’d expected? It was possible, but unlikely, extrapolating from the fact that Nate hadn’t started cutting a bloody swath through the guards yet. He seemed more alert now if trying to hide it, making me guess that he was playing off my reactions. Martinez must have hazarded a lucky guess.

The rising tension among the guards lessened, one of them even going so far as the slap Burns on the shoulder. “You’re in for a nice surprise.” He finished that up with a leer in my direction, which I could thankfully evade as I pulled away from Nate, but made sure to keep his body between me and the guards. Part of me was praying for one of them to make a wrong move so I could let out the pent-up hatred festering inside of me, but I did my best to appear as meek and passive as possible. I wondered for a moment if I should have continued to cling to Nate, but if anything went south, we’d both need room to maneuver.

Martinez turned around, his eyes barely more than skipping over me as he gave a nod to the other two. “We’re moving out.” His eyes returned to Nate, and I was surprised just how well he pulled off that derisive, you’re-beneath-me glance that traders got from so many sides—us usually included, I hated to admit. “Unless there’s a reason for a longer holdup?”

Nate shook his head, his eyes downcast after a moment of contact. “I got what I came here for. We don’t want to be a burden.” He took a step closer to me as he looked around the guards and gathered people, his eyes skipping over Hamish and the other men before they returned to John and that other talkative guard. “Thank you all so much for sheltering my wife. I don’t know what I would have done without her.” I could think of a thing or two but wisely kept my trap shut. Let them believe that I was a meek woman happy to let her man speak for her. The sooner we got out of here, the better.

There was some suggestive grinning going on between the guards that got Nate to gnash his teeth, but he kept his hands open and relaxed at his sides, outwardly calm for anyone stupid enough to fall for it. I forced myself not to look back as our small group started toward the gate. I could feel Sam’s gaze on me, but there was no sense in seeing the betrayal and disappointment in it one last time. That part of my life was irrevocably over. What counted now was that I still had a life, oh, ten minutes from now.

Our three guys were walking in front of us, Martinez still chatting with the guards while Burns seemed like a hulking boulder next to him, his spine ramrod straight. He managed to glance back to me once, and the cautious curiosity in his gaze, paired with a ton of apprehension, was all the confirmation I needed—he definitely knew who Taggard was. I gave him my best stony look back, hoping that would be enough for him not to blather anything before we were safely out of gun range of the settlement. My skin was crawling, my mind just waiting for the trap that we couldn’t have avoided to spring. This was all too easy…

We reached the checkpoint at the gate without anyone holding us up or rounding on us. Not even John looked at us with more than some thinly veiled glee. For that alone he deserved a well-placed kick where it really hurt, but I did my best to simply ignore him and stare at the inside of the palisades instead. Only one more minute, maybe two, and I’d finally be free again…

There was just one more step remaining except for them to open the gate, and that was for the guys to get their rifles back. Everything still rested on the table where they’d dropped them, another bored guard standing watch. Martinez was maybe ten feet away from the table when a loud whistle sounded from the top of the palisades where a single, somewhat scrawny guard stood. I made the mistake of looking up, as did everyone else with even an ounce of combat training around me—the wrong move, it turned out.

“Bree! Nate! Remember me?” the young guard called down. “Hey, since when do we allow scavengers in here?” It was at hearing his voice that I recognized him—Skip, one of the college kids that we’d dragged along with us across the country. Last I’d seen him had been in Harristown. Harristown, the settlement where John had been mayor. Looked like he hadn’t left there alone.

I had just enough time to tense before strong arms closed around my torso from behind and I was wrenched to the side, away from the others. For a few seconds it seemed as if all hell would break loose, but the guards were quick to get their weapons up, and, more importantly, get between my guys and their rifles. It would still have taken them too long had Nate and the guys tried to make a run for it, but as it was, he remained standing in the middle of the road, hands up, a few feet separate from where Burns, Andrej, and Martinez stood grouped together, pawing their sidearms but with no weapons drawn. There was still a chance for de-escalation, and maybe we could avoid the looming bloodshed. It made sense for Nate to stage the mission like that, even if I personally disagreed with the tactic. I was so over caring for all those innocent bystander lemmings that ended up pulling us deeper and deeper into their bullshit. Or maybe I was biased because it was John who had grabbed me and was holding a knife to my throat now, his other hand only inches away from my breast.

“Nobody move or I’ll bleed her like a stuck pig!” the idiot behind me shouted. Somewhat less loudly, but still loud enough that the guys could hear him, he told me, “Almost didn’t recognize you there, all dressed and shit.”

I wasn’t even afraid, only pissed off. Maybe it was plain stupid to disregard him as a threat, but I’d been in too many much scarier situations in too short a time to still give a shit about a plain knife. Taking two deep breaths to gather myself, I continued to stare straight ahead.