Adrian's Eagles Deleted Scene
“What’s going on?”
Seth shrugged at her question. “We’re not sure. Kenn hasn’t checked in.”
Angela immediately sent the witch out to search. When she stopped, so did Seth, saying, “We need to–”
“It’s all right.” Adrian came through the fog and the man retreated.
“They’re hiding in a cornfield off a highway. Bikes, gunshots…screams.”
The witch’s voice sounded ominous in the thick fog and Adrian’s hand slid to his gun for comfort.
“They’re coming this way.”
“Can you send a message? Tell him there’s a distraction coming, to dig in.”
She shut her lids as Adrian gave Seth instructions. The guard was gone an instant later.
“The slavers found their vehicles, but with all the darkness and fog they can’t find…”
Adrian frowned, waiting.
“They’re too close, too loud. Kenn’s pinned down.”
“It’s a go, Boss.”
Adrian pushed the button on the mike in response to the radio call. “Now.”
Seconds later, there was a shrieking whistle and a dull thud as a rocket launched, barreling east. It exploded over the dark landscape and a shower of purple stars lit up behind the fog like a magic show.
“Another. Two more after that, thirty seconds apart.”
The shriek came again, whistling though the night before filling the sky in gold and blue showers of light.
“They’ve changed directions. The Eagles are circling around.”
“Tell them to meet us on the road.”
Fireworks exploded again, drawing more people, and Rick crouched lower as he pushed the button on the mike.
“It’s a trick. You’ll know what I mean if you’re hunting hard enough for the rat in the corn.”
There was a double click in response.
Rick quickly put the channel to where it had been and got out of the unmanned Com truck. He faded into the fog a second later.
The traitor had heard Angela’s words while roaming under the cover of the weather, and when the teenager running the radio stepped away for a better view of the fireworks, Rick had seized the chance to help the slavers.
He now entered the shower camper, nodding to a guard who was already using one of the stalls. He needed Cesar to hurry up before he blew his own cover with Neil’s murder. A few more times of having to witness him and Samantha together might be enough to send him into a rage that would only end in blood.
“What’s going on out there?” Morgan asked.
Rick pulled off his shirt. “Fireworks to the east. No alarm sounded yet.”
The Eagle continued his shower and Rick was careful to have a casual conversation that would be remembered later and provide an uncontested alibi.