Chapter Sixteen

I jumped back and pushed the laptop on the ground.

"What?!" Hunter gasped.

"We have to go. Now."


"SARGE!" I started putting a GPS collar on him and his vest. I put mine back on, too. I grabbed my bag and closed the door behind me. Hunter would come. I scanned everything around me and decided to run into the woods. I could hear Hunter's foot steps sprinting after me.

"Why did you put a GPS collar on him?" Hunter asked.

"Why not? I don't want to lose him."

"Maybe it'll be good if we lose him."

"Do you wanna die? Like, right now?" I whipped around and stuck my gun on his forehead.

"Chill out, chika," I heard a voice from behind me say.

"Savannah," Hunter said softly.

"Who is that?" I whispered.

"Don't move."

"Don't tell me what to do." I smirked. I spun around and started shooting at whoever was behind me before I even saw who it was. When I got a clear view of a man on the ground, I realized that I had no clue as to who it was.

"Well, that's one way to greet a stranger." Hunter rose his eyebrows. Sargent started sniffing around him.

"Maybe he was just hiding in the woods, waiting for someone," Hunter offered.

"No. He would've been way closer to the super market." I said.

"How did they. . ."

"The collar!" I cut him off. I ran up to Sargent and ripped the GPS off of him. I smashed it into a million pieces and kicked dirt on it.

"Should I ask?"

"You're so stupid. Do you know how to take a hint? Context clues? You need someone to explicitly spell something out for you."

"Not gonna ask. . ."

"You're retarded." I rolled my eyes. I can't work like this.

"Not funny! But whatever Her Highness says. . ."

"Shut up, it's not cute when you act stupid."

"Ouch. Who said I was acting?"

"Then I think you need to hit the books. If you're serious!"

"We have a job to do here, remember?" Hunter waved his hand.

"Okay. well, I don't have much faith in you with wits like that, so I think your chances of surviving on your own are particularly low. I suggest you don't piss me off, and try and be just the slightest bit more intelligent," I hissed, and hurried down the trail in the woods.

"Where are we going?" Hunter asked.

"Home. I wanna see if anything went back to normal. And if the house is infested with spiders, I'm making you go in there to get my dogs."

"WHY ME?!"

"Shut up!"

"My bad."

"You, because I already went in a room full of spiders for you."

"You'd handle it better."

"Hunter, believe me, if I wasn't so worried about getting killed. I would've cried and started spazzing out, then have a panic attack, and then faint."

"Why do I have such a hard time believing that you, of all people, could ever freak out like that?"

"You're going in to get my dogs, and check to see if the food has returned."

"We should try and find Mason," Hunter pointed out.