Just a quick author's note. Beginning with this chapter, a number of the upcoming scenes will be shorter than the normal posts for this story. After considering combining scenes, it just did not seem like that worked as well as sticking to the general rule of having one character's point-of-view per chapter. I also debated posting more than one scene per day, but this site only tells you the date of the last update and I was concerned that readers who are reading daily might miss a scene, not realizing that there was more than one update that day.
Despite their brevity, I hope these scenes will keep you reading.
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Keeping low with his gun ready, Steve ran toward the main entrance of Hangar Four. The large door through which an airplane would enter was closed, but Steve spotted a smaller door nearby, just around the edge of the building. Out the corner of his eye, he saw Shane disappear around the far end. In a few moments, Shane would reach the back door.
Steve tested the door. It was unlocked. He wanted to go right now, but he knew he had to wait. Just let Shane get into position. Just wait.
Steve hated waiting.
There was a small window to his right, about five feet from the door. He slid along the wall of the hangar and stole a glance inside through the dirty window, but saw no people.
Where are they?
He prayed Cal was not in the back. If Shane went through that door, he might be caught by surprise. Wait. There was somebody inside the main area. Steve saw a figure moving around. It looked like a man, but he could not tell if it was Cal or not. The window was too grimy. Besides, it did not really matter at the moment. Steve did not think he could get a good shot off from where he was. He would have to wait until he was inside.
What's taking so long?
Shane should have been inside by now. Had something gone wrong? Maybe Cal was in the back and whoever Steve had seen was just some worker. He checked his watch. It had been more than five minutes.
Why didn't Steve think to get Jack's walkie-talkies? They had worked perfectly when he tricked the ISA. If he had them, he would know exactly where Shane was.
Something's gone wrong. Cal must have done something to Shane.
That had to be it. And if Shane was down, Kayla would be in danger. Cal would know his hideout had been found. He might decide to take off with Kim now and would have no need to keep Kayla around.
If he even kept her around this long.
Stop it, he told himself. He could not think like that. Kayla was fine; he would know if she had been hurt. He had to know.
Steve checked his watch again. Seven minutes. Dammit. He looked again through the window. The figure inside had stopped moving and, it appeared to Steve, was facing a door at the far side of the hangar.
Does he hear something?
Steve's breath caught in his chest as the figure started to move. The man was definitely heading to the back.
Come on, Donovan. What the hell is going on?