Morgan pushed the SUV as hard as he could. He didn't glance over at Prentiss who was holding on tightly to the door or that Rossi in the backseat had put on his seat belt making sure it was secure. Morgan didn't care because he knew that time was running out for Reid and Tucker. Clayton was escalating and anyone around him was at risk. Morgan took the turn a little too fast and almost lost control of the SUV. He slammed on the brakes and the SUV came to a halt in a cloud of dust on the gravel road. He sat there and then heard Prentiss push open the passenger door and then she leaned over and shut the ignition off and yanked the keys out.
"That's it, I'm driving," she stated slamming the door before he could say anything. He climbed out and stood there. He looked up when Prentiss walked over to the door.
"We might be too late already," he stated softly.
"Hey, since when are you the glass half empty guy?" Prentiss asked concerned.
"We aren't dealing with Hankle this time, Prentiss. Clayton Worthington is a whole lot worse. He can and will make them suffer."
"Then we better haul ass."
Prentiss watched as Morgan walked over to the other side of the SUV. She climbed in the driver's seat and glanced at Rossi in the rear view mirror. Rossi gave her a look and she shrugged. She didn't know what was up Morgan but she guessed it had something to do with that fact that like the rest of them he was helpless for once. Morgan was a man of action and having to literally sit back and hope that everything worked out alright was not his style. She knew how he felt though; she was feeling it too. She started the SUV and the moment that Morgan slammed the door she took off. She knew that they didn't have that much more time to waste; hell, for all she knew they might all be dead already. She was hoping for that they weren't.