I was still, though my mind was racing as I tried to figure how to get out of the predicament. Behind the man, the two others were closing the plane's door, having loaded in my entire crew. My eyes flicked back to the gun threatening my life. I was beginning to feel that desperate energy creep into my limbs.

      Right before anything could happen to me, the gang member fell face down onto the ground. He was as stiff as a board and I saw an open wound in his upper back. Behind him, Jake stood with a knife dripping fresh blood.

      "Thanks," I offered to him before we both turned towards the last two men.

Jake took two menacing steps toward them. "Load all the prisoners out of the plane and into a truck."

One of the men took a step forward, mimicking Jake. "No. You'll have to go through us to do it."

Jake sighed as if annoyed with a small child. "Don't say I didn't warn you." With that, he grabbed the man's hand and cut off two fingers with his knife. Biting back a yelp, the man wrenched his mutilated hand from Jake's grasp. I tried not to look at the two lumps of bleeding flesh at our feet.

"There's more where that came from. Now get to work," Jake snarled and turned away to take care of the horde of Club members behind us. They had just begun to regroup and were pulling the survivors from the wreckage of the plane I'd brought down on them.

The two men's gazes turned to me. "You heard him," I hissed, unsheathing my knife threateningly. "Do it."

      After glancing down at my razor sharp blade, both the men quickly got to work. Under my watchful gaze, they dragged out all six of the tightly bound prisoners from the airplane. I heard chaos ensuing nearby and knew that it was Jake holding off the Club. However, I didn't turn to look. I didn't dare take my eyes off the two men before me.

I surveyed the unmoving bodies of Riley, Kane, Finn, Jaxon, Gigi and Arlo. They were all there and appeared not to be in any immediate danger.

"Put them in the truck," I ordered the two men impatiently. They were clearly reluctant to take orders from an enemy, but had apparently decided that Jake and I were worse than what Hundsen would do to them later.

To try and save time, I helped them lift my teammates into the open back of the army truck. Putting my right arm under Gigi's shoulders and my left behind her knees, I brought her to the back of the truck. She was surprisingly light; not much more than skin and bones. I placed her on one side of the benches, not bothering to untie her. We had too little time as it was.

I helped the two gangsters rapidly move the others into the back of the truck. Once the last team member had been placed in, I shut the doors hard enough to make the truck bounce with the impact.

"Get out of here," I advised the two men. Though they had tried to fight at first, they did help with our escape. They were most likely to survive if they got as far away as they could.

Knowing that I couldn't waste any more time here, I turned around and screamed, "Evans, get in the truck!"

He was fighting too many Club members to count. I was surprised that he'd been able to hold them off for so long, given their superior weapons and numbers.

At my call, he finished slitting the throat of the Club member closest to him and ran for it. The horde of criminals followed him with surprising tenacity for people that had just been almost crushed by an airplane.

My heart pounded as I leapt into the passenger's seat. Jake jumped into the driver's side and had barely shut the door before turning the truck on. The engine roared to life and I heard the click of the gas pedal being pushed all the way down. I was thrown back into my seat with the sudden start, but I didn't mind. The Club was closely behind us, as I could see in the side mirror. They were rushing to their trucks to chase us down, knowing that the prisoners were extremely valuable.

Then I remembered that Jake had said something about there being small bombs in the back of the truck. I shot up from my seat and went to the back to search for any. Upon the quick glance I did of the small room, I saw that our crew was fine so far. They were being jostled around by all the movement but none of them had awoken yet. I felt slightly bad about leaving them hogtied, but vowed to myself that I'd untie them once we were out of danger.

I then began to examine the entire area for the bombs Jake had told me about. My eyes latched onto a metal box in the corner; the only plausible place they'd be.

"Any day now, Delphinium!" came Jake's strained voice. The truck veered sharply to the right, making everything slide across the metal floor.

I looked into the box. It was filled to the brim with undetonated bombs that looked handmade. I half-wondered if the Club made them themselves for car chases like this one.

Rushing back up to the front, I placed the box of explosives in between the two seats. Grabbing one from the top, I pressed the button and lobbed it out of the open window at one of the trucks that was in pursuit. I didn't see exactly where it landed, but there was a strident explosion sound from somewhere back behind us. I hoped that it had met its mark.

Jake swerved the vehicle to the left, away from a truck of the Club's that was getting too close. It set me up for the perfect shot, I realized. Figuring that using my telekinesis would give me better accuracy then throwing, I levitated a bomb up and out of the box, preparing to launch it. I waited until they were close enough for me to see the whites of the driver's eyes. Then, with a forward motion of my hand, the bomb flew straight out of the window and into the close by truck.

      Jake, having seen what I'd just done, slammed on the brakes to avoid being hit by any projectiles from the explosion. We both watched as the truck continued on at frightening speeds for a few seconds before it suddenly blew to smithereens.

      I faced forward in my seat again. Looking out at the street before us, I realized that we were coming up on a tunnel. An idea began forming in my mind.

      We neared the tunnel. "Go fast through the tunnel. I have an idea that will help us lose them," I informed Jake, gesturing at the trucks behind us.

     The roars of the motor echoed as our vehicle entered the tunnel. Though I was already feeling slightly weak from the fight earlier, I focused my mind on the ceiling up ahead. Rubble fell as the tunnel around us rumbled. Siphoning all my strength into this one task, I brought the tunnel down around us. Jake had the truck going so fast that I was plastered against my seat, but I hoped it would be enough to get us out of the destruction I'd caused.

      Debris rained down on the roof of the truck as we went by. The windshield cracked in three different places, but I could still see the end of the tunnel, a circle of bright light standing out against the darkness.

      In the side mirror, I could see nothing but dust and crumbling concrete. It was dangerously close behind us, but we were so near to the end of the tunnel.

      The truck shot out of the collapsing tunnel and back onto the open road. Behind us, the trucks were gone. I hoped that they'd gotten crushed in the tunnel.

I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes, glad that we had lost them, if even for the time being. I couldn't believe that we'd actually done it. Jake and I had gone up against a small army of Hundsen's men and escaped.

I waited for my heart to get back to its normal pace. I looked over at Jake to make sure that he was alright, but then I saw the dark stain on his shirt. In all of the chaos, I'd forgotten that he'd gotten shot. The sight of the seeping blood made my own healing gunshot wound tinge with pain.

"Jake."

His green eyes found mine.

"You're still bleeding."

He glanced down at his stained shirt as if he didn't care about it in the least. "I'll be fine."

"I'll quote you on that when you collapse from blood loss later."

      He rolled his eyes. "I'll bandage it up once we're far away from here."

      I nodded and then stood up to untie our crew in the back. It was strange, and almost eerie, to see them all with their eyes closed as if asleep but knowing that they couldn't wake up if they wanted to.

      I whipped the burlap bag off of Kane first. Even in unconsciousness, he looked serious, like he was worrying about something. I cut the ropes binding his arms and legs. I noticed that they had tied him with more rope than the others, knowing how strong he was. His strength would have come in handy many times when Jake and I were on the run alone. Looking around at the others, I realized that I could say the same for any of them. We really were more powerful when we worked together and not against each other.

      Arlo was next. His face was peaceful and he looked like he was merely sleeping when I ripped the sack off of his head. It was strange to see him quiet and not his normal boisterous self.

      I reached Gigi after. Her fine-featured face was beautiful, even under the haze of the drugs they'd given her. But she looked like she always had: delicate enough to shatter.

      I then untied Jaxon and Riley. Both had red marks on their hands and ankles where they'd struggled against their ropes before being knocked out. It made me wonder what they had gone through at Hundsen's lair.

      Finn was last. As I pulled the bag from his face, I found a small cut on his brow bone with dried blood dripping from it. Despite the cut on his face, his light good looks and tranquil expression made him look almost angelic.

      It was peculiar to me how losing someone made you see them in a new light. When I first met the other seven members of our crew, I had been suspicious and didn't want anything do do with them. While I still didn't fully trust them, I did realize now that I'd missed them. My affections for each one had grown in the time I'd thought they were dead.

      I didn't know why it hit me so hard right then. It could have been because I'd lost so many people in my life and I didn't want to lose any more. Or because of all the people I'd lost, none of them had come back until now. Whatever it was, I hadn't let myself become attached to anyone in such a long time. It was an odd feeling to let myself do it now.

      I slowly stood up in the middle of my crew. Ropes and bags littered the floor. Now all we had to do was wait for the six of them to wake up.