18 From Breckenridge: Love On The Run (18 From Breckenrdige) by J. P. Castle

Author:J. P. Castle [Castle, J. P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult Dystopian Fiction Series, New Adult Dystopian Fiction Series
Publisher: Royal Haven Press
Published: 2020-04-12T05:00:00+00:00

LEDGER AND TROIAN stepped over to Bastian’s door, inside, Bastian sat on the edge of the bed. Rani cozied up behind him, making a good show of her back-rubbing skills. She kept one good eye on Troian.

“There it is, Bash,” said Rani, “let all of that stress go right into my hands.”

I think I’ll go vomit now, thought Troian.

“They’ve hit another town, the same scenario played out. Why would they—fear? It has to be fear,” said Bastian.

“Stir up enough fear so people will line up for the vaccine,” said Troian.

“Yeah, now they’ve shown people other states are vulnerable, too. That had to be what Amir wanted us to watch. Okay, we sleep for seven hours, then we’re outta here. All hell is about to break loose around the nation,” said Bastian.

Ledger and Troian went back to their room.

Her wrist-unit vibrated. “Hello,” she said.

“It’s me, I only gotta second. Girard’s house is in Florence, South Carolina. The neighborhood is called Wren Creek, like the bird, Wren Creek. It’s off Rosewood Drive, find the name on the wired gate entrance.

“I love you, sis. I hope we get to see each other again, not sure how, but I will find you. This secret operation is about to go full scale, and it’s gonna get ugly, real ugly. You all need to hide,” he said, hanging up the phone before she could even render a response.

Troian scribbled down the information. “My brother, Tony, gave me Girard’s home address. He says we need to hide.”

“Okay, we’ll update Bastian tomorrow, nothing we can do with that today,” said Ledger.

They both laid down to get some shut-eye.

Seven hours passed by in a blink. Bastian felt like he’d just fallen asleep when the alarm started buzzing. He rolled over and put his arm around Rani, “I really want to lay here all day, eat chips ‘n cheese, ‘n watch movies with you . . .”

“Yeah, me too,” she said.

They readied themselves for the last stint of the drive; the GPS said five hours to Professor Ander’s house in Hooksett, New Hampshire. Troian and Ledger loaded up after she updated Bastian on the Intel she’d received from her brother Tony, which pleased Bastian.

“Okay, we’ll be there in a few hours,” he said. “Let’s do this.”

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