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Tuesday Tales – Steel

  
Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This is most likely the last week I will bring you an excerpt from Family Ties (I’m sorry!). I hope to begin again on my Steampunk tale next week.

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Abbey glanced over her shoulder to watch the rest of the team disperse. She took a deep breath. Hopefully in a few moments she would be reunited with her daughter. Readjusting her earpiece, she waited for the word from Gordon.

“Are you all in position?” Gordon queried, his deep brogue breaking the silence.

“Yes,” Abbey answered into her microphone.

“Aye,” Sloan followed.

“Yeah,” both Bartholomew and Robert chimed in.

“Si,” Logan finished. Abbey rolled her eyes. Leave it to him to be the jokester. Logan still got giddy as a kid when they went on a mission. Must have watched too many spy movies as a kid.

“Then proceed carefully. I want you all back in one piece. Understand?”

Abbey snuck closer to the large warehouse door. Her assignment was easy and the same as with every mission – get high as possible. The men would take the fire fight on the floor. Even though she knew the primary reason she was sent up there was to keep her out of harm’s way, it gave her the best place to do what she did best, just set up her sniper rifle and disarm threats. Easy peasy.

She slipped around the door and pressed to the wall. Her eyes darted to find higher ground. Instead what she saw made her heart drop. The warehouse was deserted except for two empty cages with steel bars. The long string of curse words coming from her husband through her earpiece told her the others discovered the same thing.

“What’s going on?” Gordon demanded.

“They’re gone,” Robert reported. “No kids, no bad guys. Just two empty cages.”

“Are you certain?”

“Each of us came through every possible opening. Yeah, no one is here.”

“They got the jump on us and we have no idea where they went,” Sloan barked.

“Not necessarily,” Bartholomew answered. He slung the pack off his back and pulled out his tablet. “Let me see what I can find.”

Abbey dropped her rifle to her side as she approached the cages. Studying them, she kneeled when she caught sight of a photo lying on the floor of one. “Sloan!”

He jogged over to her. “What is it, luv?”

She picked up the photo and handed it to him. “Why is a picture of us in Sydney at the complex grand opening lying here in this cage?”

He frowned as he looked at it. “I don’t know.”

“I’ve got something,” Bartholomew interrupted as he crossed the warehouse floor to them with Robert and Logan on his heels. “According to the Sydney International Airport, the same plane that brought them here took off about a half hour before we arrived here. They’re heading to Bangkok, Thailand. I’m going to verify they really got on the plane. Sydney Airport is sending footage to me.”

“Bangkok, Thailand?” Logan questioned confused.

“The Gauntlet,” Abbey breathed.

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

Posted on September 14, 2015, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. The plot thickens. Great snippet!

  2. This has me sucked right in. Great job.

  3. Great scene, lots of suspense. And tossing in that photo added even more. I didn’t want to stop right here.

  4. Nice suspense and a touch of humor at the beginning, 🙂

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