Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

He was quiet, and I looked over at him, seeing him hang
up the phone and nod once at me.
Good. They were going for it.
I dug out some surgical tape, quickly tearing off three
pieces and adding them to my wound to reinforce the stitches
and hold the cut together. I’d be lucky if this shit didn’t tear
open again before the end of the night.
I zipped up the pack, but Rika took it, putting it on her own
back instead of letting me carry it. I almost argued, but I didn’t
need another trip to the hospital, so fuck it.
After another moment, the power lights went off, and we
bolted, running across the dirt road, jumping over the low
hedges lining the wall, and crouching down, waiting for the
gates to open.
Steam from our mouths billowed into the air, and we
plastered ourselves against the wall to wait.
Luckily, my side didn’t hurt at all, and I didn’t know if it
was because of the drugs they gave me still lingering or the
adrenaline, but I just wanted to get in there. Rika’s fucking
ideas were thrashing around my head, and every second
Winter spent inside that house…
I squeezed my fists, trying to calm down.
A deep creak filled the air, iron bars clanked together, and
the gate opened, a black Chevy Tahoe pulling through, its
lights flashing on the forest ahead. They pulled to a stop, dust
kicking up from the road underneath, and opened the doors,
one guy from each side stepping out.
I waited for them to move around the front of their car, out
of our line of sight, to talk to our guys, but before I could
shoot off, Rika grabbed me.
I jerked my head, glaring at her.
No time to lose. What the fuck?
But she just shook her head, grinning. “I know this trick.”