Chapter 46
Myles tightened his arm around Tara's waist, stroking her hair gently with the other hand as he watched her punch the keys on the computer with her good hand. He wanted to help her, but she was moving so fast, the screen flashing with pictures and information as she continued to search. With how intense she was concentrating, he doubted she even remembered he was sitting behind her.
"Bad news," Charles returned frowning. "Someone tried gunning down the group at the theater in town," he shoved his phone back into his pocket.
"Anyone hurt?" Tara asked glancing up concerned, her hand brushing Myles arm distractedly as she leaned back against him.
"Annie took a pretty bad fall, but the paramedics checked her out," Charles stated. "She didn't want to go to the hospital, so Michael's going to bring her back here as soon as Amber gets back with the SUV."
"Where was Amber?" Myles questioned. "Why wasn't she with the others?"
"Amber and Liz went after the shooters," Charles ran his hand through his blonde hair. "Unfortunately, the shooters lost control of their car and flipped it. Neither of them made it," he sighed. "Liz stayed behind to work with the local PD on identification."
"And that could still take days," Tara frowned.
"We need to get ERT up here to help," Myles asserted, pulling Tara closer trying to comfort her.
"Already done and Jack's working on getting us relocated," Charles announced.
"Good," Myles nodded.
"Any idea how we got made here?" Charles questioned, sitting down on the table in front of them.
"Actually that's what I found earlier," Tara started, only to be interrupted by a loud noise from the other side of the house, followed by a thud coming from upstairs. She stiffened as Myles and Charles immediately drew the weapons they carried with them constantly, all three agents on high alert.
"We need to check it out," Myles maintained as he gingerly squeezed out from behind Tara. Easing her back against the cushions, he motioned for Charles to hand him his spare. "Just in case," he whispered pressing the revolver into Tara's palm.
With a tender kiss to her forehead, he was gone Charles following behind him. Motioning upstairs, Charles carefully ascended the stairs while Myles headed towards the other side of the house leaving Tara alone in the living room.
Tara looked down at the gun in her left hand and, making sure the safety was on, pushed it down between the couch cushions. With her dominant hand still in the sling, she didn't know how she'd use it even if she had to. Glancing back in the direction the men had disappeared, she hoped she didn't have to. Please hurry, she thought.