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“Then she can raise the man down alarm.”
“But there’s no body.”
“Do you think I give a flying fuck?” I growl, my anger simmering over into a rolling boil. “She can gather the staff and interrogate them. I’ll kill them one by one until someone talks. Someone must know something.”
“Let’s go then. I’ll tell the others to meet us at her office.”
“She’ll be in her quarters with the other staff.”
“Do you know where?”
“Yes.”
“Fine, I’ll follow you then. Lead the way.”
I nod and we turn back towards the stairs, our footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. As we make our way down, my anxiety turns into a raging anger. How could no one have seen or heard anything? How could Kayla just disappear like this?
We reach the correct floor, I lead Honey down a different hallway, towards Seytan’s quarters. All of the staff are on this floor, but her suite of rooms are separate from the others. I know the way by heart, having had to visit her many times before.
As we approach Seytan’s door, voices come from the inside, raised in heated argument. I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to interrupt, but then my impatience takes over and I push the door open without knocking.
Seytan is standing in the middle of the room, arguing with a man I don’t recognise. Is he one of the leaders?
They both turn to look at us as we enter, their voices trailing off into silence.
“What is it?” Seytan asks, her eyes narrowing as she takes in our expressions.
“Kayla’s missing.”
Seytan’s eyebrows furrow in concern. “Missing? For how long?”
“A few hours. No one has seen or heard from her since she came back inside with Hatchet,” I tell her, feeling the anger and frustration bubbling up inside me. “We’ve searched the entire facility, but she’s nowhere to be found. Hatchet is searching the island, but Snow’s just told us the chopper is gone too.”
Seytan’s eyes widen. “The helicopter? That’s not good.”
“No shit it’s not good,” I snap, the anger getting the better of me. “Someone has taken her, or she’s run. And we need to find out which it is.”
Seytan’s expression turns grave, and I can see her mind racing with possibilities. “Okay, I’ll track her chip,” she says finally.
“Clancy, get my laptop. Now.”
The guy – Clancy – rushes from the main living space we’re in, into one of the side rooms I happen to know is an office.
The others, all except Hatchet, file into the living room behind us.
“Texted them to join us here,” Honey says quietly as Seytan narrows her eyes at us.
“What’s going on?” Bones asks
“Seytan’s going to track Kayla’s chip. Find out where she is. But the chopper’s been taken.”
“Yeah, saw that message,” he replies, his voice tight.
Clancy returns a moment later carrying Seytan’s laptop and hands it over to her. She doesn’t thank him, placing it on the coffee table and sinking into the plush velvet sofa. She busies herself logging on while we all stand around waiting like spare parts. Maybe coming to Seytan should have been the first thing we did.
Finally, Seytan speaks up, her eyes flicking between the laptop screen and our faces. “Her chip isn’t registering,” she says, her voice tense.
“What? That’s impossible,” I say, my heart sinking with every passing second.
