Death in Time by Robyn Nyx

Author:Robyn Nyx [Nyx, Robyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781635550542
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2018-05-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Brooke liked the way Donovan took her aside. It reminded her of all the times she’d sit beside her dad, breathing in his every word as if they were her oxygen. It bummed her out that she’d made what could have been a fatal mistake with Delaney and hoped it hadn’t ruined any chance she might have of going to the future with them. Donovan was unbelievably calm and measured. Brooke would bet a month’s pay that Donovan’s pulse never went above sixty.

“Jesus.”

Makenzie’s exclamation piqued Donovan’s interest in Delaney’s conversation, and they went back to the surveillance station.

“What?”

“Sounds like Delaney broke Simson’s face on the table.” Makenzie laughed.

“Wouldn’t hurt for her to get some of her own medicine.” Brooke didn’t really know Simson, but she knew she wore her sadism like a badge of intent. “Was she like that at Pulsus?”

Landry nodded and slapped Makenzie on the back. “Yeah, but some of the recruits gave back more than she could give, eh, Mason?”

Really?

“You look surprised, poker face,” Makenzie said, clearly unimpressed with whatever expression Brooke had made.

“Uh, me…no. Why would you think that?”

“Because your jaw just hit the floor,” Donovan replied in Makenzie’s stead. She lifted Makenzie’s arm and squeezed her bicep. “She’s stronger than she looks, but if you don’t believe me, why don’t you challenge her to an arm wrestle?”

Before Brooke could answer with a witty retort she hadn’t yet thought of, Donovan held her finger to her lips and tuned back in to Delaney’s conversation.

“I want you to make him a jacket with the C4 you’ve got left,” Delaney said.

“What kind of detonator? Remote, I hope.”

“Remote and a body trigger. No matter what happens, Jenkin isn’t getting her hands on Muniz.”

Makenzie and Donovan shared another secret glance at each other. They were getting to be infuriating. “What? Why is that important?”

Donovan shook her head. “Sh.”

“Fuck, Delaney. We’re going all in?”

“We are. Unless we succeed in securing Jenkin and Elena, our future is fucked, and Donovan will come back to retrieve us anyway.”

“And we’re back to the problem that everything we do from now might be a fat-ass waste of time.”

“And it could just as easily be our ticket to taking control of Pulsus. If it pays off, Donovan won’t be coming back because she’ll be under our control…or maybe we won’t even recruit her in the first place.”

“I like the sound of that,” Simson replied.

The room went quiet, and neither Donovan nor Makenzie spoke for what felt like an age. Brooke didn’t fully understand the mechanics of the future and time travel, but surely they knew what Delaney had done in their past.

“We have to go in tonight. As soon as they go dark.”

Donovan spoke with an urgency Brooke wasn’t expecting. “Because of the suicide vest?”

Donovan and Makenzie nodded in unison. “We can’t risk waiting in case they suit Muniz up for the journey. They need him docile and compliant. Ten pounds of C4 connected to a remote detonator will do that to anyone.”

Donovan grabbed the legal pad on the table and began to sketch the layout of the building.

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