![]() He threw his weight into the door, prying it wider with the metal bar. No, there were two engines! The only reason multiple large, diesel engines rolled down Iraqi roads at a walking pace, was for troop patrols.Īdam had to get the fuck out of this room before the Marines passed him by, and the werewolves got between him and the patrol. Adam frowned when the engine’s timing slipped, but that wasn’t possible. This engine was large, powerful, and sounded like it was idling. That was way more engine than a small car needed. ![]() He had to get the water bottles back inside and close the fucking door before he got caught. His skin prickled, his hands and feet tingled. Even if the car just passed by, the werewolves were gonna come out to check the source of the noise. The steady rattle of the diesel engine got louder. Crops meant people, instead of endless stretches of barren desert. He thought he saw some sort of crop field on the other side of the road. Adam could see a gravel road running in front of the building and past the end of the mud wall. ![]() It looked like the mud wall that ran along the right side of this structure kept going another few hundred yards. He bent to look through the opening he’d created. It felt like a hot stone settled in the pit of his stomach. ![]() If his kidnappers were coming to move him again, Adam was fucked. He froze, tuning all of his senses toward the outside world. ![]()
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