Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

The car jostled under us as the men climbed back in, and I
watched Rika as she waited.
As soon as their doors slammed shut, she pulled ours
closed, masking the sound, and the interior went dark as the
guys shifted into gear and shot off in reverse.
I let out a breath.
If that hadn’t worked, I would’ve killed Rika.
But it did, so… Fine, whatever.
The car turned around, and I heard the gate start to close as
we sped down the back road toward the house.
It was only a few hundred yards, but this was faster and we
travelled undetected. GGood plan.
Once the car slowed, we got ready, and as the guys killed
the engine and opened their doors, we slipped out, quietly
pushing the back door closed again and diving off to the side
of the garage where my father kept his cars and motorcycles.
“GGo!” I whisper-yelled to Will, letting him lead us to the
next building which would curve us around the side of the
house for a better view.
We crept over, hiding in an alcove on the side and taking in
the surroundings. I heard the guys in the shop, doing whatever
they did in their downtime, but I knew there was another shift
on the property, making the rounds.
“Now what?” Rika asked.
“The armory is in the clubhouse,” I told them.
“GGuns?” she blurted out. “That was your plan?”
“You got a better one?”
“We take him,” she said.
“Huh?”
She sighed, looking impatient. “We have no idea where
they are or if they’re even here?” she explained. “After we got
you out, he might not think right under your nose is a great
spot to hide them. We take him, and we have leverage.”