'Back to Gallagher'
This is the sequel to my story, 'The Way to Blackthorne,' and I got the idea after reading a suggestion from GGirl. Thank you so much!
—Katiebear95 ;)
P.S. All credit goes to Ally Carter. I own nothing.
PROLOGUE
The gravel quietly crunched under the sleek car as it approached the gate. In the dark, the guards head lolled to the side in his sleep, and a thin line of drool ran down his cheek.
A car door slammed and the guard jerked awake. His drowsy eyes sharpened.
He stood up and slowly made his way to the small vehicle, eyeing the black windows. He stroked his gun as he knocked on the glass. It was standard protocol.
No answer.
He knocked again, but still nothing happened. He gripped his gun in his hands so hard his knuckles turned white. He cautiously opened the door.
The car was empty.
Frowning he made his way around the automobile. He popped the trunk, but it was empty as well.
There was a rustle in the bushes.
The guard spun around and eyed the undergrowth. His hand jerked to the comms unit in his ear. There was static and then it went dead. His eyes widened and he pointed his gun.
He never saw the other man coming.