Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Wes couldn’t control the panic that tore through him. He was told it’d be unlikely they’d be needed since this warrant was supposed to be quick and quiet.
He and Law were to create a few distractions for the spineless workers too low on the totem pole to know what to do, and by the time they called someone, they’d be long gone.
Whoever was shooting at them sure as fuck didn’t sound as if they were scared, clueless, or low on the totem pole.
Wes was shaking so fucking hard it took him three tries to yank the top off his palm-sized magnesium flare.
“Anytime now, Wes,” Steele rumbled as he ducked from return fire.
He fumbled with the striker, breath hitching as the gunshots got closer. The top lit and a blinding white flame roared to life in his grip.
“Mask on!” Steele yelled.
Wes hurled it like it was a live grenade, and the hall lit up in a searing blaze that quickly dissipated into a cloud of paralytic vapor, causing the men to drop like stones once inhaled.
Steele dragged him out the door and over bodies by his collar as they barreled down the hall in the opposite direction.
“Alpha team, fourth floor!” Syn roared as the back stairwell door burst open and four or five men came through with guns raised, firing wildly toward them.
Wes’s nerves were a wreck as Steele kicked in an apartment door and shoved him inside. He expected Law to be tossed in behind him, but he wasn’t.
“Law!” he hollered.
“Tech has him, Wes, stay calm. This will all be over soon,” Free said in a low tone.
“Fuck you!” he snapped.
This was not what they were told would happen.
The hall filled with a bluish smoke. It was Law’s NX-9 obscurant formula. Engineered to create a visibility-blocking fog that only they could see through with their infrared optic lenses.
Wes wish he couldn’t see at all.
Too many armed men were coming at them from all directions.
“On your feet,” Steele barked, not giving him a chance before he yanked him up by his Kevlar vest strap and forced him toward the door.
Why the hell was Steele so calm? Wes was in a nightmare he had no way of waking up from and it made his fight-or-flight instincts kick into overdrive.
He barreled into the hall and slammed right into Syn’s chest. The sergeant spun and pushed him into the opposite room and went back to fighting.
“I got you. I got you,” Law caught him. “Come on, we’re getting the fuck outta here. This is bullshit.”
He and Law stood at the entrance of an apartment, watching as Ruxs and Green moved like twin lunatics.
Ruxs grabbed a man by his throat and slammed him into the wall hard enough to crumble the plaster. He jabbed the stun baton into the guy’s ribs—once, twice, three times—until the body fell in a heap at his boots.
Wes’s mouth fell open in a silent scream at the muzzle pointed at Rux’s skull, but before a sound escaped, Ruxs dropped under it, the bullet ripping through the air over his head.
He surged forward and whipped the baton up between the man’s legs with a sickening crack. He folded, gagging, but Ruxs didn’t stick around—he rocketed an elbow into another target’s chin, the blow snapping his head back before he hit the floor in a spray of blood and spit.
Green was just as fast, if not faster, kicking off the wall and landing a knee into the center of his target’s chest. As he gasped, Green struck him across the back of the neck with his baton. At the same time, he pivoted and kicked another guard in the gut—hard enough for him to empty the contents of his stomach—before he swept his legs from under him.
Men continued to rush forward, but Ruxs and Green played off each other, and Wes swore he heard them chuckling as they put one disoriented man after another on their backs.
“Let’s clear this bitch out like it’s last call at the strip club.” Tech gritted as he used his baton at same time he fired continuous rounds of pepper balls into the faces of Mercer’s men.
They’re fuckin insane!
Wes saw the opening at the same time as Law, and they both bolted toward the stairwell door.
“No, don’t—”
The door slammed shut behind them, cutting off Syn’s order. Fear drove Wes’s legs as he raced as far away from the fight as he could. Two more floors and they’d be outside.
“Wes, Law, stop running,” Free said in his earpiece. “I won’t let anything happen to you, but you have to listen to me.”
“What! What do you want us to do?”
“Go back up to the third floor.”
He and Law skidded to a stop.
“Hell no,” Wes breathed.
“I need you to trust me,” Free said. “Go back up a level and go through the third floor access door.”