“What is it?” Raegan moved in closer.
Bringing his eyes from the screen up to hers, Liam’s expression was intense when he told her, “I think I may have found it.”
Her heartrate kicked into high gear at the man’s shocking words. “Seriously? Where?”
“Here.” He pointed to a spot on the digital topographical map of the airport.
She looked to what he was seeing on the screen. Just as he’d described, several small, yellow-orange circles were scattered throughout the terminals. But the one he was focused on now…
It wasn’t yellow or orange. It was dark, dark red. And it was much bigger than any of the others.
Son of a…
“Where is that?” Rocky demanded.
With the click of a few buttons, Liam’s voice grew anxious as he announced to them all, “Baggage claim. Lower level, Concourse B.
Baggage claim.
“Of course.” Raegan’s eyes met the men of Delta’s stares. “That makes perfect sense. Almost everyone who gets off one of those planes has to stop at the baggage claim before leaving.” She glanced down the covered walkway to the area they were discussing now. “No security check point going in or out.Someone could easily carry a bag inside, set it down, and walk right back out without anyone being the wiser.”
Just then, a massive crowd of people poured out of the doors nearest them. Another group began exiting out the doors down the way, nearest the area they’d just been discussing.
Raegan swung her head around to look in the opposite direction. There, she found more of the same.
“They’ve started the evac,” she announced unnecessarily. To Rocky, she said, “We have to get to baggage claim. Now.”
“I agree.” Christian gave the group a nod, giving them the official green light to move. “It’s our best option, and we’re running out of time.”
“I’ll get my gear.”
Grabbing a bag from the back seat of his truck, Rocky and Raegan raced down the sidewalk to where they needed to be.
His gear, he’d explained on the drive here, was a bag with all sorts of tools to help diffuse various types of explosive devices. Because something else Raegan had learned as they’d raced to save lives…
Rocky was Delta Team’s demolitions expert. Which meant…
“Are you really going to try to diffuse it if we find it?”
“Don’t have a choice. Depending on how much time is left, I doubt we’ll be able to get it far enough away from here to make a difference.”
As they ran, she and the team began yelling at people to hurry the hell up and leave. Raegan’s voice strained from her efforts to get those around them to pick up the pace and get to safety.
Most listened and began walking faster, or even running away safely. Others looked at her as if she were crazy.
The truth was, on the inside, Raegan was so amped up with worry and fear she felt as if she were going positively mad.
They finally reached the doors. She felt like a trout trying to swim upstream as they squeezed their way through the crowd trying to escape.
A blast of cold air hit as they entered the air-conditioned space. Christian grabbed the first security guard he saw.
“You need to get these people and yourself out of here right the fuck now.”
Looking more annoyed than frightened, the jerk told Christian, “I’m aware that an emergency has been called, and we’re doing everything we can to?—”
“There’s a fucking bomb in this airport, and it very well could go off any minute. So your everything isn’t good enough.”
The guard’s shoulders went back, and his hand started for the cuffs at his hip. “Sir, you do realize joking about a bomb at an airport is a federal offense punishable by a fine of up to twenty thousand dollars and up to ten years in prison?”