Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I don’t get him sometimes. He chose for us to live in this town, but he has never expressed a desire to integrate into it. But my brother has never been a social butterfly. That was my role. I am the talker and smooth one. He is more brute force and action. We play well off each other.
That's why I was more than surprised when I woke up with an email from him that he’d sent me in the middle of the night. I had a feeling that something was up with him when I called last night. He’d been at the bar the night before for one of our two-week check-ins. The snowstorm had started getting worse when he was leaving. I called to make sure he made it home okay. The roads leading up to his place are steep and windy. He’d actually cut out the path to the cabin he’d built.
He was short on the phone, which isn’t abnormal for him, but I noticed his tone was off. No one else would have picked up on it, but I did. My suspicions were all but confirmed when he was suddenly asking questions about some cult that is outside of town.
From what I gathered, they had a large amount of land hidden away. A patrol kept watch over the area. I hadn’t even known about the place until now. I’m all kinds of fucking curious. Especially since one of the members ended up on my brother's doorstep. He found her when he’d gotten home, and I think he might be more than a bit smitten and possessive.
It's not often that my brother can surprise me. Actually, not sure if he ever has. This, however, has. When Garrett comes to the bar, women always try to get his attention. I think it’s a challenge for them since he only glares back at them and tells them to step away. Now he’s got one in his home, and I could feel the possessiveness he had over her with each word he spoke.
He has never been that way with a female before. Garrett has always valued his privacy, especially since his retirement, and I don't hold it against him. We often got stuck in tight situations where you had to hunker down. What baffles me is how he manages to avoid feeling lonely. The quiet has always irked me. I actually thrive under pressure, especially when there is chaos around me.
I go over to my bookcase and give it a tug to reveal the hidden door. I punch in the code before placing my thumb on the scanner. It pops open. I grab a few guns, knives, and other toys before I debate which drone I should take with me.
“Rather be prepared.” I push the aerial surveillance UAV drone over that has no counter weapons on it. The Loitering Munition Drone is overkill. This isn’t a blow everything up mission and suicide my drone. I give the box a pat before shifting it over and grabbing the combat drone. The best of both worlds.
Garrett used to give me shit in high school with all the video games I played, but it paid off. He might be a better shot than me, but I’m killer with a drone. I mean that figuratively and literally. I drop everything down onto the bed.
My place is an open-floor plan directly above the bar. It’s like a giant studio. I had it all updated, but you can lie in bed and see right through the living room area into the kitchen. The only other rooms are the bathroom, closet, and my hidden one. It’s more than I need.
I check my phone to see if I have any new information from my brother or any of our contacts that we put feelers out to that might know details about Heaven’s Temple. The FBI must have a comprehensive file on them.
My objective for today is to solely explore the area. The snowstorm is going to help provide cover, and it would also mean most people would be inside. I imagine that there would be minimal, if any, patrols. That all works in my favor. Not seeing any new updates, I text my brother for a description of his girl's sister. She is the main focus, after all.
Garrett wants to locate her and see if it would be possible to extract her easily or find out how much gun-power will be needed to come up with a strategy to get her out.
In my closet, I find my winter gear, and I don’t mean everyday winter wear. It’s what I’d use on missions that involved cold and snow. It's completely white from head to toe, keeping you hidden and preventing your dick from freezing off. It also protects you from being picked up by heat sensors.