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Chapter 9: Frozen

"Mac, Nikki!" a voice yelled to them from the thicket.

Mac's head snapped up. "Jack, is that you?"

Jack stepped out from among the bushes.

"No, don't take another step!" Mac cried.

"Um, okay, if it means that much to you."

"The whole area around the warehouse is bugged with

mines. It's a miracle I didn't set one off earlier."

"I'm just glad I didn't set one off," Jack muttered.

"Nikki, how much do you weigh?" Mac asked.

"Uh, 130 lbs."

"Nikki," Mac growled.

"Okay, okay, 145 lbs."

"That's better."

"Really? You don't look it, Nikki. I never would have

guessed," Jack commented from the darkness.

Mac and Nikki looked up and scowled. "Jack!"

"Alright, alright. Knowingly, Jack gave a curt nod and

picked up an armful of stones, hoping they were enough.

"Guide me, Mac."

Mac squinted through the darkness and nodded. "You're

fine. Keep coming. Stop!" Jack froze. "There is a mine to

your left. See it?" Mac insisted, pointing at the ground.

Jack looked down and saw a greyish-black disk poking

half-way out of the ground.

He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "I see it."

Precariously, Jack re-adjusted the load of stones in his

arms and deftly made his way to Nikki and Mac.

"Alright Jack, start placing the stones, one-by-one on the

mine. Nikki, carefully slide your hands back, then

your torso." Inch-by-inch, she moved back as Jack

continued to pile on the stones. Cautiously, Nikki and Mac

stood up. "Let's make tracks, in case a stone slips. Jack,

you lead the way."

They were no more than one foot away, when Nikki heard

a scraping sound. "Mac . . ."

Mac propelled her forward. "No time, just . . .run!" A

red-hot ball of flame lit up the sky as the mine behind them

blew apart. Throwing them to the ground, Mac, an arm

around Nikki and Jack, dared peek his head up to look

back. "Everyone okay?"

"Just peachy," Jack declared.

"Nikki?" Mac asked. Alarmed when she didn't respond, he

gently rolled her over. Mac bit back a curse at the stark

contrast of bright, red blood framing her ghostly white face.