Unbreakable: A Section 8 Novel (A Section Eight Novel) (18 page)

J
em made a few calls and the next morning, he got an e-mail file he printed out for Gunner to see.

“These are Maria Landon’s hospital records from the night she gave birth,” Jem told him.

Gunner took the seat next to him. “I hope you don’t run out of favors anytime soon.”

“No chance of that,” Jem assured him. “Doctor’s notes indicate that the second birth was a surprise.”

“How the hell can you read that chicken scratch?” Gunner asked.

“Been reading hospital records my whole damned life, Gun.” Jem ran his finger along the lines of scrawl. “Okay, yeah, so second baby came five minutes later. Doc was delivering the placenta when Mom started yelling and contractions started again. Said baby was blue when first delivered but roused quickly. No permanent damage.”

“Yeah, right,” Gunner muttered. “How would we know if they’re identical or not?”

“Look, DNA testing wasn’t done back then. Obviously, there wasn’t an ultrasound or no one would’ve been surprised. Doc notes that twins shared the same placenta, but that’s not always an indicator of anything. Nurse noted that footprints looked alike.”

Gunner leafed through the file and pulled out the inked markings from the two boys and held them up, side by side.

“Why the hell wouldn’t Landon have mentioned the fact that he’s a twin to you?” Jem asked. “I mean, an identical twin’s not exactly run-of-the-mill.”

“I guess he never thought the guy would try to impersonate him.” Gunner thought back to what Landon used to say about family. From his first moments on the island, when Gunner stood stiffly in Drew’s office, not sure what the hell to do, Landon had gone out of his way to be kind.

“Your father didn’t have to do this,” Landon told him. “I never asked him to.”

“But he did,” Gunner bit out. Wondered why it was so important that Landon tell him all of this.

“Sometimes family has their reasons.” Landon motioned to the helo that was waiting on the lawn. It arrived after Powell’s had left, and now Gunner watched a man walking toward it, carrying a bag slung over his shoulder. The man never looked back, but Landon had looked so damned sad.

“I asked my brother to leave,” he said.

“So maybe you don’t give a shit about family either,” Gunner told him, waited for the slap or maybe he’d been secretly hoping Landon kicked him off the island too.

Instead, the man looked at him with a sad look. “James, I care too much about family. Maybe someday you’ll understand, maybe you won’t. But our family can be the most fucked-up part of our lives. If we’re not careful, they can ruin us.”

“I thought he was trying to tell me he understood about my father being the biggest prick on the planet,” Gunner said.

“And here I always thought my pops won. But hell, yours does have him beat by a mile,” Jem said, and Key clinked his beer to Gunner’s, said, “Hear, hear!”

Gunner shook his head. “So glad to win this round of ‘my family’s got the biggest asshole.’”

Jem shrugged. “Safe to say none of our childhoods were peaches and cream.”

“Except Avery’s seems like it was pretty damned sweet,” Key said, then turned to Gunner and added, “Yours too, until your mom died.”

“Both our parents were poster children for
don’t spawn
,” Jem added.

“My mother could earn a spot on that poster,” Drea said quietly. Gunner had seen her come to the doorway a few minutes earlier, was sure the brothers had noticed it too. But rather than scare her or go silent, they’d continued talking in the hopes that she’d be comfortable enough to join in.

“Come have a beer,
chère.
” Jem grabbed one from the fridge without leaving his chair. She only hesitated for a moment before joining them, taking the vacant chair next to Jem. She took a long sip and then said, “So, is the prerequisite for being a supersoldier—”

“I was a sailor,” Gunner pointed out, but she continued. “—a shitty childhood?”

“Most of the time, yes.” That was Dare, coming in from his run. He gave Drea a small smile. “What doesn’t kill us, right, Doc?”

“So far, that’s been right,” she told him. “I’ll let you guys get back to your work.”

When she left the kitchen, Gunner filled Dare and Key in on what else they’d discovered.

“We’ve got to protect Gunner fr
om the CIA,” Dare said.

“In all of this, the CIA’s the least of our problems,” Jem told him. “Landon’s got a hell of a lot of protectors. They’ll all turn on Gunner, because if Donal’s killed Drew and he’s impersonating him, they probably have no idea.”

“There’s one other scenario,” Gunner told them. “What if Drew and Donal have been in on this from the start?”

“Guess there’s only one way to find out,” Jem said. “I’ll go through the bank accounts.”

Gunner’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the number. “It’s Landon.”

Jem hooked it into the computer so they could trace it and nodded. Gunner pressed
and said, “What do you want, Landon?”

“You.”

•   •   •

Av
ery knew something was wrong. She’d always been intuitive, but after working with Dare and Jem and the others, her instincts had gone into overdrive. She’d hauled herself out of bed and limped toward the kitchen, holding her side.

The men were so focused they didn’t hear her. If they had, she didn’t doubt that one of them would’ve carried her away from here.

Landon’s voice was in the room. She clutched the doorjamb as a wave of panic hit her. She knew he was on the phone, not there in person, but she hadn’t realized that his voice alone would have such an effect on her.

And if he was in front of you, how effectively could you hurt him then?
a small voice inside her asked harshly.
You have to handle this.

“You’re not getting me, Landon. You broke too many goddamned promises,” Gunner was saying, his voice calm and controlled. She knew by the set of his shoulders he was anything but.

“I’m guessing you don’t want your friends safe?” Landon asked.

“Oh, I do. But that’s not going to happen by doing anything for you,” Gunner told him. “Hear this—we are coming for you. As of now, you’re the one who’s being hunted. I’d make sure I kept looking over my shoulder if I were you. One of these times, you’re going to see me. And I’ll be the last thing you do see before you hit the ground.”

Gunner reached out, severed the connection, and there was dead silence in the room. She wanted to back away, but she couldn’t be quick enough about it.

“He will never hurt you again, Avery,” Gunner said then. “Do you hear me?”

He’d known she was there the whole time. “I do.”

As she’d spoken the words, the house began to rumble under her feet. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she saw the war in all the men’s eyes, and then they were moving fast.

Later, she’d look back and not understand how they’d managed to escape so efficiently. She didn’t know that Jem, Dare, Gunner and Key had an emergency plan in place, that they had supplies in the cars they kept in a garage around the corner. That they didn’t leave anything in this house they weren’t prepared to lose, information-wise.

Now all she knew was that someone grabbed her and they were running. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming, from fear and pain, and whoever carried her knew that. Because as soon as he put her down, Drea was next to her, injecting her with a mild pain med—that’s what she told Avery. And then the truck was moving, fast.

She heard the explosion—it rattled the car windows, shook the road beneath the truck. Saw the fire reflected in the back window.

“Please . . . did everyone . . .”

“Everyone’s out,” Jem said. “Gunner’s in the other car with Dare and Grace. You’ve got me and Key here, with Drea. We’re all safe, Avery.”

As he said that, the sound of the chopper’s whirring blades grew clearer.

No, they weren’t safe at all.

•   •   •

It
had always been part of the plan to separate Gunner from Avery if something went down. Although Gunner wasn’t happy about it, he understood the reason for it.

Now, as the dark trucks with the tinted windows tore down the road toward the highway, Gunner glanced back and watched the chopper hover over the house.

They’d gotten away—that was the most important thing.

“How did they find us?” Dare demanded, and that was the second most important thing, because hell, if Landon found them this many times, this easily, it was no coincidence.

“Gunner’s phone’s clean,” Jem said over the speaker of Dare’s phone. “We only forwarded the number, but it’s a new everything else.”

“Can’t he ping the number?” Key asked.

“Not the way I have it set up,” Jem said.

“They’re still coming,” Grace said. The
whoompa
of the helo’s blades was relentless in the night. Even driving without their headlights on, the helo was tracking them.

He heard Key’s voice. “Gunner, pull away from us. See which way the helo goes.”

Gunner did, taking the corner fast, the truck shaking. He flew down the highway, mixing in with other cars in the hopes that Landon wouldn’t be taking out everyone on the highway.

His worst fears were confirmed. The helo was following the truck Avery was in with Jem and Drea.

•   •   •

Av
ery heard the chopper’s blades follow their truck, not the one Gunner was in, and she knew they were in trouble. “It’s got to be me,” she said.

“How the hell are they finding you?” Jem asked.

“It’s not possible,” Avery said. “I have nothing left from before. Everything’s new.”

Drea was staring at her. “Tell me about the stitches under your right arm.”

“What stitches? The ones you gave me?”

“Doc, no offense but—” Jem started but Drea waved him off. She moved Avery’s short sleeve up and pointed to a row of black heavy stitching.

“I didn’t stitch that,” she told Avery. “I saw it, figured you guys were in a dangerous business, so I didn’t think to mention it.”

“Why would Landon slice her and then stitch that one spot?” Key asked. “Unless he planted something in there.”

“No fucking way,” Jem muttered. The chopper was closer now, and Jem swerved off road into a wooded area to try to slow them down.

Drea was probing Avery’s arm with her fingers, lightly at first and then harder, a frown on her face. “I can’t feel anything. He could’ve put it in deep enough so a doctor wouldn’t.”

“And he counted on her having so many cuts she wouldn’t notice one extra. He was hoping the doc who helped her wouldn’t notice,” Jem said, and Drea let out a nice long string of curses that Avery knew were directed at Landon.

“Motherfucker didn’t know who he was dealing with,” Drea muttered as she rifled through her bag. She held up a syringe and a scalpel. “You ready?”

“Get it out,” she told Drea.

Key climbed over the seat to help them. Both he and Drea gloved up after Drea numbed the area.

“It’s still going to hurt,” she warned Avery.

“Doesn’t matter,” Avery told her, and Drea didn’t hesitate with the scalpel. With the car jostling, which couldn’t be helped, her concentration had a razor focus.

Key was holding a pressure bandage at the ready and Avery hissed as she felt the probing of Drea’s fingers. The car shimmied hard and Drea pulled away.

“Jem, you have to stop. For just a few seconds,” Drea said. “I don’t want to damage anything by mistake.”

Jem cursed and braked hard. Drea didn’t hesitate. Avery concentrated on Drea’s face instead of the pain, and Drea’s eyes widened.

She nodded, talked to herself under her breath as she gently moved her fingers around in the underside of Avery’s arm. In the next ten seconds, she pulled out completely, handed the chip to Key and held the pressure bandage to Avery’s arm.

“We got it,” Key said.

The truck began to move again, fast, and Jem said, “And I know just the place to put it for the perfect distraction.”

The truck bounced along the ruts and Drea just held her arm as both women had their eyes on the ceiling, as if they expected the chopper to come through the roof of the truck at any moment.

Key was wrapping the chip to the side of a gun; then he moved to the window, opened it and waited until Jem said, “Now, Key.”

Avery propped herself up to see what was happening, but it was so dark she couldn’t.

“There’s a river,” Drea told her. “We’re driving right alongside it.”

“It’ll keep the chip moving,” Avery said with a nod. The truck continued at its frantic pace, but the sound of the chopper got fainter.

“It’s following the chip.” Jem sounded relieved, and Avery figured he was talking to the other car. “She’s okay.”

“I’m okay,” she called. Because she was. The fight inside her had been renewed even as her head spun with the knowledge that Landon had known where she was the entire time.

S
ta
ying together might be the worst idea ever, but now that none of them was carrying a GPS chip inside their body, no one thought to voice a difference of opinion.

Avery didn’t even know what time it was when the truck stopped moving and Jem helped her into a new safe house. Later, she’d ask what state and city they were in, but for now, she went into the bathroom and let Drea stitch her up.

Gunner stood in the doorway, watching, until Drea asked for his help. He caught Avery’s eye, waited until she nodded before coming forward to assist.

Within half an hour, Avery had a new bandage, some more pain medicine and a newfound sense of teamwork, especially when Gunner said, “We need to meet now. Whether you’re up for it or not.”

Good. He wasn’t treating her like glass. “I’m definitely up for it.”

“Drea, you can join us,” Gunner told the doctor. “You deserve to know what’s happening before we go farther. And if you want out, as in away from us, no one will blame you.”

Drea nodded, stripped her gloves. “I’ll be right there.”

Avery let Gunner guide her into the kitchen, where everyone else was sitting around the table. Grace had made some eggs and bacon and toast. She pushed coffee in front of Avery when she sat, and Avery drank it gratefully.

Despite what they’d been through that night, coming out safe on the other side always made for more of a happy atmosphere, no matter how bad the danger still was. This time, there was no immediate danger, but it was imminent just the same.

“Where do we start?” she asked quietly, as if she was waiting for any of them to tell her she wasn’t ready for this.

But no one did. Gunner was sitting next to her, but he turned and spoke directly to her. “We don’t know if Donal’s killed Drew and is impersonating him, or if the men are working together. It doesn’t matter, because the plan’s the same. Rather than going directly after Landon, our best bet it to start by taking out his customers. Then his suppliers. Hit him where it hurts, which makes things safer for us.”

“We’ll have to do it fast,” Key said.

“Set up on different sides and blow them all at once,” Jem agreed. “As dangerous as being separate is, staying together is worse.”

“Avery and Gunner shouldn’t be together,” Dare said.

“Landon will expect that,” Avery said. “Which is exactly why I’m not letting Gunner out of my sight.”

“Way to take his manhood,” Jem said. “You’ve got to let him say that about you.”

“If that’s the way it’s supposed to be, forget it.”

“Guess I have a bodyguard,” Gunner said, a small smile on his face. “That plan works for me.”

“So we blow things up and then what?” Grace asked. “Go right after him?”

“I don’t think so,” Dare said slowly. “Let him stew. Let him reach out to other contacts.”

“Contacts that we’ll infiltrate,” Key added.

“It’s a semi-long-term approach. Six months of planning,” Gunner said. “Which means we need a place that’s secure as shit. Because we need to be together for the planning.”

Grace was pacing and then she snapped her fingers.

“Honey?” Dare said.

“I think I know the perfect place,” she said.

Dare pressed his lips together grimly before saying, “Absolutely fucking not.”

“We all sacrifice,” she started.

“And you already have,” Dare pointed out.

“Get the feeling we’re missing something?” Jem asked.

Grace told them, “Right before Dare and I came back here, I found out that Rip left everything to me.”

Avery’s eyes widened. “Everything as in . . .”

“The island. The money. Everything. A locked will. The attorney doesn’t even know what it says. Just sent me to open a safe-deposit box. Everything was put into my name, although that information is guarded by the banks under a different name. He thought of everything.” Grace paused. “We were going to tell you guys right away, but there was so much else to work on. It wasn’t an urgent matter, but now . . .”

“We go to the island. Clean it up, security-wise, and it could work,” Jem said.

“You don’t think Landon will watch the island?” Dare demanded.

“Why? We’d never thought of it,” Key said, and Gunner got up so fast his chair slammed against the wall behind him. Avery went to get up, but Grace put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ve got this,” she told Avery, and Avery knew it was important enough to stay put and let Grace work some magic.

•   •   •

Gunner was in the living room, pacing, when he saw Grace push through the kitchen door. Of all people to send after him now, she would definitely be the most effective.

He wondered if she’d gotten Dare to say yes in that short time. In which case, the guy was definitely whipped.

Like you’re not.

“Grace, I appreciate you coming out here, but—”

“You were trying to tell me that you were Rip’s son, that night, at Darius’s, when I had the fever,” Grace said, and no, that wasn’t what he had expected.

He thought about the first time he’d met her, how sick she was. How Dare told him about the scars that covered her body.

How Gunner already knew that living with Powell was like a death sentence, with the majority of time served on death row with no hope of actually escaping. “Maybe. I wanted you to know you weren’t alone.”

But that wasn’t the only reason. What good would telling her have done? For her to know that maybe there was someone out there who knew what she’d gone through, because he’d been there. . . .

“There was nothing you could’ve done. No way you could’ve known. If anything, my mother and I got you chased out,” Grace told him firmly.

“You’re a mind reader now?” he asked to try to break the tension.

“I’m good with feeling guilty over things I had no control over. I recognize that instantly,” she shot back.

“It wasn’t that. Powell had a business deal gone bad. I was a fair trade.”

“I’m sorry. So sorry about what happened to both of us. I know going back to that house will be as hard on you as it will be on me. Maybe I had no right to make that decision before speaking to you.”

“Going back there is going backward, Grace. Touching that place . . . it’s fucking poison,” he told her.

“No place is poison, not if we don’t let it be,” she said.

“I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves,” Jem told them. Gunner had seen him come into the room, and Dare probably had too, but suddenly Crazy Man was the voice of reason. Again. “First, we need someone to pose as a job—a criminal who needs to leave the country.”

“How about a criminal’s wife?” Grace asked. “That would make things less suspicious.”

“Woman, you are really pushing things tonight,” Dare growled. “You did not just offer yourself for the job, did you?”

“He’s never met me in person. He’s seen me on the tape with a gag in my mouth,” Grace pointed out.

“A guy like L
andon can use facial-recognition software,” Key reminded them.

“And he already has,” Gunner told them.

“How do we know that for sure?” Avery asked.

“Because I was identified.” Gunner went into the kitchen, came out and sat on the couch. He typed in the code and then turned the screen outward to face them.

Avery blinked. “It’s us.”

“Like the fucking Brady Bunch,” Jem muttered, and indeed, the screen was split into six boxes, showing Gunner, Dare, Grace, Jem and Key. The last box was blank at the moment, but the shots had been taken from when they’d been on Powell’s island.

“Can’t we wipe Landon’s computers?”

“I already did. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have copies. Everyone uses facial-recognition software these days,” Gunner said.

“But if we disguise Grace’s face, put some fake cheekbones and shit, it’ll throw the software off,” Jem said. “She’s our best shot.”

“She’ll have to change the way she walks. The best software does more than faces,” Gunner said.

“I can change anything if it means getting rid of this guy from our lives,” Grace promised.

“Or I could help.”

•   •   •

Jem turned at the sound of Drea’s voice. She’d remained in the doorway of the kitchen but now moved forward and Jem willed her not to say anything more.

Which obviously didn’t work when she said, “The asshole who hurt Avery doesn’t know me. I could do it.”

“No way,” Jem said before Avery could open her mouth.

“Why not?” Dare asked, arms crossed.

“She’s not trained, for one,” Jem pointed out.

“I can shoot. I can use a knife. Well, a scalpel. Same thing really,” Drea said. “And I know how to fight.”

“Sweetheart, this fight would be like nothing you could’ve ever imagined,” Jem promised her.

“It’s one meeting,” Grace pointed out. “She’d pass his scrutiny in a second.”

Key nodded and Jem walked toward Drea, hand on her biceps, and tried to steer her out of the room. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Offering to help.”

“I already told you, you don’t owe us.”

“I heard you, Jem. But what if I want to help you?”

“Too dangerous.”

“You need me to get to him. I’m your best option. He’s suspicious already—you said so yourself.”

“We’ll just go with our original plan of making his life a living hell,” Jem said.

Avery shook her head. “It’s going to take too long, Jem.”

“Dammit.” He was having more of a problem with the women in his life being in the line of fire than he’d thought. He’d always been equal opportunity, felt that if women could do the job, they could have it. And he knew Avery could. But that didn’t stop him from freaking at the thought of her getting hurt again. Same went for Grace, and now for Drea.

“This is for Avery. And Grace. And for me,” Drea told the group, but really, she was speaking to him. All he could do was nod his acceptance, even though he wasn’t accepting it at all.