Unstoppable: Breakaway Part 4

"Nope."

Cara swept a bamboo sword out of the rack and swung with all her might. Galt's eyes went wide as the shaft whistled through the air.

"Hey! This isn't a weapons drill! Cara!"

Cara laughed as her brother retreated, varying her strikes to keep him off balance. She went right, then left, a hard jab to the stomach with the sword point to knock the wind out of him, and then a spinning kick to his side. Galt went down with a cry and Cara stood over him, triumphant, her bare foot on his stomach, the sword at his throat.

"Okay!" Galt cried. "You win! I surrender!"

"You get overconfident, bro," Cara said with a smile of her own. "Get to thinking you're invincible when you're not."

"Funny," Galt said. "I was just thinking the same thing about you."

"What do you - ?"

Before Cara could react, the sword was out of her hands and in Galt's. And he was back on his feet. How did he - Galt whirled the sword like a helicopter blade, gaining momentum before slamming it into Cara's side, and shoulder, and back. Each strike was perfectly aimed, hitting a jutting bone or a nerve point. Cara feinted left and then moved right, but the bamboo blade came out of nowhere, sending her cras.h.i.+ng into the wooden rack.

When she managed to look up, Galt was striding toward her, grinning.

"Sorry, sis," he said with a shrug. "I guess there's just no fighting G.o.d-given talent."

Cara shut her eyes and Galt lifted the sword, tensing up for the blow.

"Enough!"

Their father stood in the doorway. He looked like a marble statue in his inky-black suit.

"Dad!" Galt said. "Did you see? I totally beat Cara!"

"But, Dad," Cara cried as she struggled to get to her feet. "He surrendered!"

"I did not!"

"You did! Dad, Galt totally -"

"What? Cheated?" her father replied acidly. "Only losers whine about rules, Cara. Rules and regulations were put in place to coddle the weak, and Pierces are not weak! Now, I believe your mother could use some help arranging her teddy bear collection. Of course, if you don't want this to happen again, maybe you should hit the gym more often."

"Yes, sir."

"Galt," he said as he stepped into the hallway outside. "You're with me."

As soon as their father's back was turned, Galt stuck his tongue out at Cara and then slipped out into the hall. The door slammed behind them, and Cara forced herself to her feet and started lurching toward the gym. She'd show Dad and Galt, too. She'd train harder than ever. Longer, too.

I'll show them both who's stronger.

Amy wandered for more than an hour before she gathered the courage to admit something very important.

She was lost.

The cabdriver who picked her up in the medina spoke Arabic, French, and Italian, but no English. So the best Amy could do was repeat Carthage, museum, and north over and over again. Finally, the man waved his hand and hit the gas, driving at terrifying speeds before screeching to a halt in the middle of a small town. When she questioned him, he pointed vaguely, then sped off in a cloud of exhaust.

Amy tried to figure out where she was using her phone, but reception was almost nonexistent.

As frustrating as it was, Amy had to admit there were worse places to be lost. The town she found herself in sat on a palm treecovered hill with a wide view of the Mediterranean below. The narrow streets were lined with low buildings, each one painted snowy white with accents of the deepest blue Amy had ever seen. Residents lounged on wide porches, soaking up the last rays of the sun, while tourists drifted down the avenue, visiting the few merchant stalls that hung on despite the gathering dark.

Amy paused at a corner and looked down on boats gliding into a small marina for the night. She was surprised to find the strain of the day begin to fade.

Is this what Dan wants? Amy wondered. The fact that her brother was leaving after they beat Pierce was never far from her mind. To come to a place like this and simply . . . be. No running. No fighting.

Amy couldn't imagine it. And what would he say the next time someone like Pierce turned up? "Sorry, world! Got to work on my tan."

No, Amy thought. Dan and I are Cahills. It isn't just what we do, it's who we are. If we stopped, if we split up, what's left? Who would we even be?

Amy pushed it out of her head. Dan's talk was just that - talk. After they finished with Pierce, she'd make sure he got some time off. Let him go sit on a beach. After a little downtime, she was sure he'd forget about it. Satisfied, Amy struck out again down the road.

"Excuse me? The Carthage Museum?" she asked.

Tourist after tourist either shook their head or pointed generally to the south. The sun was setting fast. Amy needed to move. She hiked her backpack up on her shoulders and headed down the road.

"You're looking for the Carthage Museum?" A man's voice came from behind her.

Finally! "Yes!" Amy said, turning back. "I guess I just got a little -"

Jake Rosenbloom was leaning against one of the clean white walls, an infuriating grin plastered across his face. "Lost?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Looks like I'm rescuing you."

"I know exactly where I'm going!" Amy insisted, turning and pointing down the road. "It's . . . that way!"

Amy would have thought it impossible if she hadn't seen it herself. His grin actually grew wider. Jake stepped out of her way. "Well, after you, then. I've always wanted to see the Carthage Museum."

Amy turned and continued down the street. She winced at the sound of Jake's sneakers behind her.

"So how'd you end up here anyway?" Jake asked in an overly chipper tone. "Cabdriver not speak English?"

Amy ignored him. The street took a sharp turn and started heading downhill into thicker darkness.

"It's just funny," Jake went on. "Since if I remember correctly, you're traveling with people who have a working knowledge of Arabic and Italian. Some French, too!"

"Shouldn't you be looking after Dan and Atticus?"

"They're fine," Jake said. "Hunting the mythical Tunisian pizza. The three of us figured we'd all go back to Dad's house later on tonight and get everything sorted out. Once he's cooled down, he'll listen. Atticus thought it might actually go better if you and Dan made a direct appeal."

"Oh, right, because he loves us."

"Don't worry, we're going to let Dan do the talking. His record on not infuriating people who are only trying to help is way better than yours."

Amy wanted to scream but she forced herself to keep walking. The farther they went, the darker it got. Soon, Amy began to hear the cras.h.i.+ng of waves. Getting closer to the beach meant they were walking east, not south. Amy searched for roads branching off in that direction but saw nothing. Of course, if she turned back, she'd have to face Jake's I-told-you-so glee, so she put her head down and kept going.

We'll get to the bottom of this hill and the road will turn south, Amy told herself. Right to the museum.

Of course, it didn't. Several minutes later Amy found herself ankle deep in sand, just down the beach from the marina. Her frustration was nearly at a boil. At her side, Jake made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

"Don't. Say. A. Word."

"No!" he said. "Absolutely not. I just didn't know that the Carthage Museum was one of those new invisible floating museums," Jake said, unable to control his laughter any longer. "Look, Amy, you need to just -"

"What? Relax? Oh! Yes! Why don't we all just relax?" Amy screamed. "I mean all we have on the agenda is defeating a lunatic who has hired teams of serum-enhanced a.s.sa.s.sins to kill us. Oh! And then your dad, the number one person we needed to help us, just completely freaks out! For no reason! And then the taxi driver doesn't speak English and my phone doesn't work and I CAN'T EVEN FIND A STUPID MUSEUM!!"

Jake looked up at the gaggle of tourists hanging out by the marina. "Uh . . . Amy. Maybe you should -"

"And to top it all off, my stupid brother suddenly wants to retire at thirteen and I have to deal with you! You, who just shows up out of nowhere with your smug att.i.tude and your perfect hair and your big stupid face that looks like it's carved out of marble."

"You really think my hair is perfect?"

"Ahhh!"

Amy stomped away through the sand, leaving Jake and heading toward the marina.

"Amy, wait!"

"I'm going to go find a cab."

"Hey! Are you Amy Cahill?"

Two men in suits stood between Amy and the marina. One of them reached inside his jacket.

"Oh, great! And now I have to deal with you people, too. What? You want more pictures for your stupid newspaper? Well, go right ahead and take them!"

One of them laughed. "We're not here to take pictures, Ms. Cahill."

"Then what are you here for!?"

The man smiled and pulled his hand out of his jacket, but instead of a camera Amy found herself staring down the barrel of a very large gun.

"Duck!"

Amy dropped to her knees as a cloud of sand flew over her head and into the eyes of the two men. Jake grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her to her feet.

"Run!"

Amy and Jake took off toward the marina, right into the crowd of onlookers who had all turned toward them in varying states of shock. The men were behind them and closing the distance incredibly fast. These were definitely Pierce's thugs. Amy caught a glint of bronze on one of the remaining merchants' tables. She scooped up a round serving tray and spun without missing a beat, hurling the plate like a discus. She managed a smile when she heard a very satisfying "ugh" as the tray found its target. One of the men went down and the other jumped over him.

Jake raced onto the pier and leaped into a nearby powerboat. Amy barely had time to get into the seat next to him before he turned the key and gunned the engine. Amy shot a glance over her shoulder. The men were struggling to break through the unruly crowd, knocking people out of their way as they made their way toward the pier.

Jake pushed the throttle to full, throwing Amy back into her seat, lashed with sea spray. He carved a path south, straight down the coast toward Tunis. Behind them, Pierce's men were through the crowd, and Amy watched as they commandeered a boat of their own.

"We're going to need a new plan!" Amy said.

"It's your turn," Jake yelled over the roar of the engines, earning himself a glare from Amy. "I came up with stealing the boat!"

The men were now less than fifty yards behind them. One of them was leaning forward, gun in hand. As soon as they were out of sight of the crowds at the marina, he began firing. Bullets zipped past Amy and Jake, splas.h.i.+ng into the churning water around them.

The lights of Tunis were growing brighter by the second.

"If we slow down enough to get ash.o.r.e, they'll be on us in no time," Amy said. She pivoted in her seat, searching for anything that might help. A little bit of land. Other s.h.i.+ps. Anything. All she saw was a vast stretch of dark sea. "Steer us out into the open water."

"And do what? Take this thing to Italy?"

Bullets pierced the fibergla.s.s deck behind them, slamming their way closer and closer.

"Just do it!"

Jake pulled the wheel over, aiming the boat straight out into open water ahead. The men behind overshot them and had to slow to turn around.

"Hope you've got a good follow-up idea!"

Me too, Amy thought as she dropped into her seat and started stripping off her shoes.

"What are you doing!?"

"We have to jump!"

"What!? You mean in the water?"

"It's dark," Amy said. "They won't see us. They'll follow the boat while we'll swim back to the beach."

Jake looked behind them. "Swim? We're a mile from sh.o.r.e!"

"Do you have a better idea?"

"Yes! It's called NOT DROWNING!"

A trio of gunshots thundered behind them. Amy stripped off her cardigan and stood by the edge of the boat. "Take off your shoes and jacket and let's go!"

"Amy!"

Amy threw her arms over her head and dove into the rus.h.i.+ng water. As fast as they were going, it was like hitting wet concrete. She tumbled in the water end over end, plummeting into the dark beneath the waves. For a terrifying moment Amy couldn't even figure out which way was up, until she spotted air bubbles floating to the surface. Amy followed them, pulling with all her might until she exploded out of the water with a gasp. A second later there was a scream of engines and the other boat raced by.

"Jake!" Amy called into the dark after the boat had pa.s.sed. "Jake!"

Amy searched frantically, but didn't see him anywhere. What if he stayed in the boat? What if he's still out there all alone?

"Jake!" she screamed.

Amy searched the darkness, growing more and more anxious until she heard a splash nearby. The surface broke and Jake appeared, gulping back air. Amy stroked toward him, putting one arm around his back and kicking to lift them beyond the reach of the swells of black water.