If he'd known how big the landslide would be, he could've saved the car. That was a result of his own lack of field experience, Raul knew. Hopefully, the project leaders back in Warrenhold wouldn't be too upset at him for allowing such a waste.
His brothers were taking a while to respond to his text, Raul noticed.
The road ahead was straight and clear, so he turned around and started skating backwards. He pulled out his binoculars again.
It was too far and too dark. He couldn't make anything out.
He allowed the friction on his path to regather, and his pace slowed.
"C'mon," he said under his breath. "Respond, bros."
He waited.
It seemed like that was all he was doing, lately. Waiting on his brothers. He normally didn't mind. They were one unit. Always had been. That unity was what made them effective.
But this was agonizing.
They knew that they were supposed to send confirmation. This wasn't carelessness on their part. And the text looked like it had gone through. He typed it out a second time and sent it again, just in case.
He was fully stopped now, just standing there in the middle of the road, continually checking the binoculars in vain. He watched the clock on his phone, growing more tense with each passing second.
Three minutes went by without word. Then five. Then eight. Ten.
This was certainly too long. No one was chasing him, it seemed, but given the seriousness of the situation, with hostiles having been in the vicinity, ten minutes of silence was cause to start thinking the worst.
Which he was. Had they been captured?
Finally, a response arrived.
ok okRelief washed through him. Both of them had answered, almost in unison. Another text from Adan came through.
meet up comprised. need new location. closer byRaul's prior sense of relief diminished as quickly as it had come. And another text arrived, this time from Esai.
agreedAnd a set of latitude and longitude coordinates appeared.
Raul's green eyes went hollow as he stared at the screen.
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