Chapitre 112: Some Omega Solidarity, Perhaps?

(ARLO)

"No. I'd rather you gave in."

"I'm not a threat to you, Miles." I sigh impatiently. "You're more of a threat to me than I am to you because you are going to tell Sasha of all the plans I have. I just want to get home now. That's all. I won't hurt Sasha until I have new plans in place. Your boss is safe from me. For now."

"Is that what you think?"

I open my mouth to say something but he curses in Italian and his eyes flick to something behind me. Suddenly, he grabs me by my shoulder and pulls me to the side of the phone booth. His big body shields me as he peeks around the booth.

"I just saw Dalton and one of his men pull into the station. Shit." He whispers. "We have to get back to the bike first and make a run down the hill. We don't have time to make the calls anymore."

"But the phone is just there." I huff impatiently.