those semis, a gray tarp will work if they don't move too much, but put vests under it. If they take fire, they're out in the open. Bring the armored vehicles up to close the gap." Adrian grinned. "Damn, that's good. You guys could last for weeks right here if you had to."

"When do we leave?" Kyle asked through Adrian's earpiece.

"One hour. We'll meet at my semi. This is the important part gentlemen. Deflecting members out of the loading area is key here. The slavers are watching and we can't have them see even one wave from a member to Kyle and his men," Adrian warned. "The element of surprise will give us the advantage and maybe decrease the number of men he follows us with. If therewhat the Eagles were all thinking.

"You're a cold, hard son of a bitch, Adrian Mitchel." The reporter was covered in shock and fallout, aware that she now looked like one of them, as well.

"You have no idea," Adrian retorted. He opened the door and did a fast sweep. Dusty but undamaged when they'd arrived, the rest stop was now the scene of a high-budget action film. Death and absolution coated the smoking set. "I brought her in because she belongs here."

"And if she dies?"

Allan's quick question made the Eagles wince.

Adrian sighed unhappily. "Then we'll honor her by remembering that the freedom to choose this way of living, is what she gave her life for."

"Mine...to give," Angela uttered weakly, drawing their attention. Adrian's need had brought her around, but