by Mia Taylor
“How can you possibly know that?”
“I’ve figured out the layout of the place. As a bear, it’s much easier to map the place because the senses are so much more attuned to the environment.”
“Alright, then what do you suggest to get out of here?” She finished cleaning the wound and began to hold some gauze to it.
“You carry that stuff around?”
Cora looked up from her work. “Whenever you go climbing, it’s best to keep some handy. Especially with Jason since he’s such a klutz.”
“Do people even realize how much you take care of them?”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“I accused you of taking people for granted, but I think it may be the other way around. You seem so well prepared and are constantly offering to do things, usually little things, but stuff that will matter later. I seriously doubt that anyone even realizes it.”
Cora shrugged, “Someone has to pay attention to the little stuff. It’s usually something small that ends up creating the biggest problems.”
“I agree, but still–”
“Thanks, but that really doesn’t help with our current situation.” Cora spread her arms around him. Realizing what she was doing, Emery raised his arms up and let her wrap the gauze around his body.
“It’s a little snug,” he said as he watched her expertly take care of the problem.
“Yeah, it’s supposed to be. Especially given what we are likely to be coming up against. I don’t think you will be able to shift, though, so we will need to take it off if it turns out you need to shift to escape.”
“I don’t think it will be necessary. Getting out will be a lot easier in this shape. By the way, you are taking my abilities incredibly well.”
“I’m still waiting to find out that this is all either part of a coma dream or the afterlife.”
He laughed again, this time without showing any signs of pain. “You are really good at that. Probably should have had you take a look at it earlier.”
“Well, can’t change the past.” She pulled away and looked at her handiwork. “That will do for now. So, what’s the plan?”
Emery tilted his head. “I like this version of you better.”
“What?” Cora looked at him, baffled by the change in subject.
“Your bubbly personality is alright, and I understand why you do it. No one can tell you are hurting. But I like this version better.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
Emery stood up. “Just letting you know that the no-business version of you is quite likable, too.”
Several expressions passed over her face.
Emery smiled, “The plan to get out of here isn’t going to be as easy or safe as I would like, but as long as you take it seriously, we should be fine.”
“Why wouldn’t I take it seriously?”
“Because you are indifferent to dying. Based on what you said earlier, I dare say that you are actually hoping to die sooner than later. So just be aware that my survival relies on you making it out first.”
“I’m not going to leave you behind by yourself.”
“No, you aren’t. You are going to be sticking to the shadows. You are small, so that means it will be much easier for you to make it out without being seen. Once you are out, you are going to try to take one of their vehicles and send it in a direction away from the entrance.”
“How do you even know that there is an empty vehicle available to do this?”
“It’s a guess. You won’t be slipping out until I'm able to check what’s out there.”
“Aren’t I going out first?”
“You will slip out first, but only on my signal. I'm not going to let you move forward without making sure everything is alright first.”
“That just puts you in more danger.”
“If it comes down to it, I can always shift and take a few out.”
“I’m not going to agree to a plan that gets you shot.”
“Good. Now you know how I feel. Don't worry, I have no desire to die and too much to do to allow it to happen. It’s kind of along the same lines as what you said earlier.”
Cora thought back, “You mean about being positive.”
“Sort of, yes. Now, I can’t really come up with anything more concrete from here because I really don’t know how many people they have or what they have brought into the cave. However, I do have a rough idea of how big it is, and it will be a bit of a close fit, so stay quiet. Oh,” he reached a hand out and picked his bag up, “and I’ll carry this. Your size is going to work to our benefit.”
“Do you mind if I leave the light on for a ways? I don’t like stumbling around in the dark.”
Emery looked down at her, a thoughtful look on his face. “I guess you can leave it on for a little bit, but it will take a few minutes for my eyes to acclimate to the dark again.”
“Oh, right. Okay.” She reached up and flipped it off.
“A little warning would have been nice.” His voice sounded a bit amused, and she imagined the look on his face.
Suddenly a hand wrapped around Cora’s. “Back at you,” she said, a slight smile flitting across her face.
“You just said you didn’t feel like stumbling around, so I figured this was the best way of guiding you through. I could carry you if you prefer.”
“Are you insane?” Cora double-squeezed his hand. “You shouldn’t be picking up anything as heavy as me with your injury.”
“I’ll bet I wouldn’t even notice your weight.”
“I bet you would.”
Suddenly she was being lifted off of the ground. Cora let out a little gasp. Her voice was a little too loud. “Hey!” she whispered furiously at him. “Put me down.”
Her feet touched the ground as a voice near her ear said, “Yeah, it’s like picking up a pillow.”
“Whatever. Let’s get moving.”
His hand took hers again and he pulled her forward. They began to walk back to the entrance, their steps getting increasingly slower as they tried to be quiet during their approach.
When they could hear the voices again, the pair stopped and tried to see how much was visible of the drug runner area. Unfortunately, it wasn’t much.
Emery placed his face right next to hers, and Cora became acutely aware of his breath and warmth as he looked at the small area that was visible from where they stood. “It looks like they have more people than I had anticipated. They must have just gotten a shipment or are preparing to leave with one. Not the best luck.”
Cora tried to focus on the area ahead of them. It was difficult to make out much, but they did have lights on so that she could see a few details. “You are right there, but at least that takes one worry off our plate.” She looked at him, and he was giving her a questioning look. “I mean, how much worse can it get?”
Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, a noise behind them let her know they weren’t quite as bad off as they could be. Not yet.
Chapter 8
Around and About
“Taylor, is that you?”
Cora and Emery were both relieved that they hadn’t been noticed, but that didn’t mean they were safe. Emery placed an arm around Cora and his other hand over her mouth. Then he made a bizarre noise. He released her, then she heard something bounce off the rock face a ways away.
The man had shouted at the noise Emery had made, and a couple of seconds later, he started firing his gun in the direction of the second noise. “Damn raccoons!” he shouted.
“What they hell are you doing, Conner?” Someone else came running into the area.
“Fucking raccoons,” the man named Conner said. “Startled me shitless.”
Cora and Emery could see the newcomer yank the gun out of Conner’s hand. “Don’t be a fucking moron. You can’t go shooting that off here. Don’t you know about ricochets? And what if you do something to set off the method?” He smacked the back of Conner’s head with the gu
n. “Use your damn brain.”
He stalked back the way he had come. Now that there was a little more light, Cora could see Emery’s face, and he was wearing a wicked little grin. She turned to look at the other man who was holding the back of his head and cursing the man who had just left. Without a sound, Emery snuck up and wrapped an arm around the man’s neck while he was in a steady string of curse words. Suddenly, Conner stopped swearing and a vague gurgling came from the man. A few seconds later, Emery put the man on the ground. He then picked up the guy’s phone and pushed a few buttons. Cora watched with interest. There was no way a guy like that would make it easy to access; surely the phone was locked. It didn’t take long before he finished, tossed the phone face down on the man, and moved back to Cora.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Cora looked from Emery to the still body on the ground. Her voice was alarmed, and just barely contained.
“Knocked him out. Since the other guy struck him with the butt of a gun, it’s going to look like Conner was knocked unconscious.” Emery was smiling as he looked toward the other room. “One less guy to worry about. By the time he comes to, we will be long gone.”
“How do you know that?”
“The cave isn’t that big.”
“How can you know that?”
Emery’s black eyes shone in the darkness. “From the echoes of his gun. Although I think that my ears are bleeding from that downright asinine act. What kind of a moron…” the man sighed. “Well, we just need to be extra careful. It’s a small space, and these are senseless simpletons we’re dealing with. It would be such an embarrassment to be caught or killed by them. Come on.” He began to move but stopped suddenly. “Oh, and change of plans. Please stay close. With so little room and such a great likelihood of mindless behavior, I think it best that we stay together.”
Cora nodded at him, intrigued by the way he looked so alive. Up until this point, Emery had seemed levelheaded and nearly unemotional. Now he appeared to be like a cat let into a room full of mice. She leaned over toward him. “Alright, but I dare say you are enjoying this far too much.”
He looked down at her. “What do you mean?”
“You keep smiling and your vocabulary has changed.”
“Ah, yeah, sorry. When I get excited, I forget to try to blend in.”
“Wait, what?” Cora looked at Emery like he was speaking another language.
“I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, we need to get out of here. Remember, I'm hurt.” He gripped his side, but the smile on his face suggested that it was no longer bothering him.
“Sure, use that as an excuse when it is clear you are excited about the upcoming action. Just keep in mind this isn’t an action movie.”
Emery gave her an exasperated look. “Do you really think you need to tell me that?”
“Yeah, I do, otherwise I wouldn’t have said it.” She smiled at him. “Welcome to my world. Enjoy being told to not act like an idiot.” Cora moved a hand in front of her to indicate he should be moving. “After you.”
“I’ll remember this.” He gave her a meaningful look, then moved in front of her. “Remember, stay close.”
She gave him a light slap on the back in response. He gave a little chuckle, then a slight cough before continuing forward. When they reached the edge where the operation was going on, they could see about a dozen people moving around. Several were working over a vat, a small group was talking to the side near a small pile of cash and product. Two men stood near the entrance.
Emery was smiling and shaking his head. Cora could tell he wanted to say something, but with the drug runners so close that was obviously a bad idea. He wrapped his hand around hers and led her toward the vat. Cora pulled a face. She had heard about how unstable the stuff was and the idea of being close to it was unappealing. The only thing she could do about it was to try to stop him by pulling on his hand. That did not seem like a good idea either. Allowing him to lead her into the room, she stayed close to him, her eyes constantly looking around them. The cave was pretty small, and the mouth to the cave wasn't more than 200 feet from them. Wondering why they would set up here, she tried to stay quiet as the smell of the place hit her. It was very unpleasant. Fighting the urge to gag, Cora held her breath for a bit, taking a little air in through her mouth periodically.
Emery stopped and looked at the vat for a while. There was no way to tell what he was thinking, but he did look around for a moment before finally beginning to move again. Cora looked at each of the people in the room, as if to memorize their faces. If there was a way to bust them, it would be an improvement, and Cora had been raised never to ignore an opportunity to make the world a better place. This was just a bit out of her normal experiences.
Suddenly, Emery pressed up against the rock face and placed a hand on her stomach to push her against the rock, too. He took a step in front of her as if to hide her. Looking around, she could see that there wasn’t much hiding them from sight, something she had failed to notice as she took in everything else. The small group of people talking suddenly grew louder. Emery leaned over and pulled her quickly behind him. They darted behind a stack of boxes and pressed their backs against the rock again. Emery stood up a little and peeked over them. Cora leaned a little and watched as people all around the cave began to move around in a bit of a tizzy.
Cora wanted to ask what was going on, but talking wasn’t an option. Emery had another wicked grin on his face, and she had a feeling that the reaction was part of what he had done when he knocked out Conner. His voice was right next to Cora’s ear. “Now’s our chance.” He stood up again and moved to the mouth of the cave where only one of the two guys was left. Emery released Cora’s hand and grabbed the guard. The man’s eyes widened with shock as a hand slid over his mouth and another one pulled him off into the shadows. Cora slipped around the mouth behind Emery. For the first time, she looked around and it registered that it was late. Suddenly, her phone started to buzz. Horrified that someone might hear it, Cora pulled out the phone and quickly shut it off.
A hand reached out and pulled her away from where she was standing. Emery’s voice was in her ear. “What are you doing?”
“My phone was buzzing. I didn’t want anyone to hear it.”
“You need to learn to do that from the shadows. Standing right at the entrance while they are moving around like an agitated hive is only going to cause problems.”
“Yeah, sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s alright. There’s a vehicle over here that we can take.”
“What happened to the guard?”
“Knocked out over there.”
“Why are they running around?”
“I’ll tell you in a bit. Right now I want to get you out of here while they are distracted. The sound of a vehicle starting up is going to get attention, so let’s do it while the fewest number of people are watching.”
Emery grabbed her hand as he looked around before running out into the open. He pulled open the door of a large truck, boosted Cora up into it, and quickly hopped up after her. She sat down and looked at him. “How are we going to get out of here?”
He gave her a grin as his hand held up a set of keys. “Courtesy of the guard.”
“How did you know which was his? That doesn’t have one of those locks.”
“From the smell.”
“Oh. Of course.” At a bit of a loss, she decided not to question him further.
As soon as he turned the key in the ignition the truck roared into life, and immediately they knew that people had heard. Emery reached out a hand and pushed Cora’s head down. “Stay down in case we encounter anyone on the road.”
“What about you?”
“I have to be able to see where we are going. Slamming into a tree now would not help us at all.”
Unable to drive fast through the wooded area, Cora let Emery focus on the road for a bit. At one point she thought she heard sirens, but that wouldn’t make any sense wh
ere they were. Still, it bothered her.
“How can there be cops out here?”
“Because I called them.”
“What? When?”
“Using Conner’s phone. Sent a message to them, then made sure that his phone called the others. That got them moving, giving us a chance to slip out.”
“You couldn’t have told me about that earlier?”
“Well, it wasn’t like we had a lot of time. We had to get a move on so that we were away by the time the cops got there.”
“Are they going to be alright?”
It was Emery’s turn to be confused. “Are you worried about the idiots making drugs?”
“No,” she looked over at him like he was being intentionally daft. “The police.” When Emery didn’t seem to understand what she meant, Cora pointed out, “They had guns. I doubt they will hesitate to use them.”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” Emery looked over at her. “But I did say they would need a large force to take down a drug ring of about 20 people. Overestimated so they would send more people.”
Cora pushed her hands into her lap. “I hope they will be alright.”
“Are you really that worried?”
“Of course. You hear about that stuff all the time. And while I know that TV makes these things out to be far worse than they actually are, I would hate to think that anyone got killed tonight. I mean, if I hadn’t run away, everyone would have been safe.”
“Not the people buying the meth.”
“You know what I mean,” she gave him a wry look. “If anyone dies, then it’s my fault.”
“Are you serious?” Emery looked over at her. “You can’t possibly believe that.”
“If we hadn’t been there tonight, the cops wouldn’t have been called, and there would be no risk to anyone of death.”
“I think you have an overdeveloped sense of yourself.”
“And you are still an ass.”
Emery sighed, “I am not trying to insult you, but you keep blaming yourself for things that you clearly couldn’t have caused.”
“It’s the Butterfly Effect.”
“By that logic, if your brother had gone up instead of me, then you wouldn’t have been there. So that makes it his fault if someone dies?”