Hurrying inside, Audrey laid an oversized map on the coffee table. “This is the best overall view of the compound. At least, most of it.” She set a smaller one next to it. “This one shows the buildings with the children. I’ll print off more for you, but these will get you started.”

“That’s perfect,” Caz said. “Just what we need.”

Audrey grinned. “I’ve learned how the old man likes to make plans.”

Gabe shot her a chiding look, then chuckled. “Thank you, Goldilocks.” He pulled forward the map that showed Dall Road and the turnoff to the PZ compound as well as the neighboring roads and cabins. His finger traced a route from the children’s barracks, through the fence, then southward along the east to two cabins at the end of a road. “That’s not an easy walk to Knox’s and Chevy’s, especially at night. We’ll need woods-savvy volunteers to escort the rescues out so we can fight a rearguard action.”

Rearguard action. She should have thought of that. The PZs would undoubtedly come after them. Frankie felt her spine straighten. They damn well wouldn’t get near Kit or Aric.

“Could get messy.” Hawk gave her a nod before leaning over the map. “I’ll move the helicopter to the meadow behind Chevy’s cabin. I’ll come in without lights, so light me up a landing spot.”

Madonna, they were all going to help her. She looked around the room. “Thank y-you.” Her voice cracked.

Lillian squeezed her hand. “This is what families do.”

“We have the helicopter for seriously wounded,” Caz said. “For the rest, I’ll load extra medic kits in my car.”

Medic kits. Helicopters for the wounded. Wounded.

Bull could die. His family could die. She could still feel the impact of the bullet hitting her arm, see the red pouring over her skin. “Bull.” His name came out almost inaudible, and she took his arm in her hands, trying not to shake.

There was no choice. This was the best plan to save little Aric. Save all those women and children. But the risk was… Guilt and fear and determination roiled together.

Caz was watching her. “I wondered how long it would take to hit her,” he said to his brothers.

Hawk’s snort sounded like a laugh.

Half-smiling, Gabe shook his head.

Bull lifted her into his lap and rubbed his cheek against hers. “Hey, it’s been far too boring around here. This’ll be fun.”

“Deficiente.” She yanked on his shirt to get him to listen. “You will be careful and take no chances. You will all be careful.”

Bull gripped her wrists, and his gaze turned serious. “There is always a danger of being hurt when on a mission, but we’ve wanted to go after the Zealots for a good while now. Thank you for the perfect reason.”