Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Weapons,” Walker says.
Everyone waits for me to give them the go-ahead before placing them in a pile with Ghost’s and mine.
If I were Walker, I’d make sure none of us are still packing. Going to a job with only one gun? That would be like going to a strip club with a single dollar bill.
Luckily, Walker makes a mistake. It’s not the first since we arrived, but it’s a catastrophic one for him. I get the feeling he’s the type of guy who’s good with planning but forgets things when shit gets real.
We’re the opposite. Sure, we plan as much as we can and have contingencies for different scenarios, but we severely underestimated Walker, so we need to make this up on the fly.
And with Domino here, I know without a doubt that he has a contingency for our contingencies.
He comes to stand next to me.
“All of you, hands where I can see them,” Walker says.
Domino lifts his hands and mutters out the side of his mouth, “Angel, Alphabet, and Decaf are in position to take these guys out. All you have to do is give the word.”
“We’ve got everything we need,” I say. “But we need them alive.”
“Well, that’s no fun, but luckily, we covered that.”
“Want to share with the class?” Walker asks.
“Ready?” I ask low. When Domino nods, I speak up to put the others on alert. “Oh, I was just telling Domino here that I have everything I need to take you down.”
“You don’t have shit,” Walker says.
“Don’t I? Ghost, take out your phone and show him the recording.”
Ghost doesn’t miss a beat, even though he has no idea what I’m talking about.
“You might have scrambled our signal, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t hit record when we had the chance.”
Rage inside Walker builds to the point his face turns red. He tightens his grip on his gun, and I know it’s time.
I don’t take my eyes off Walker as I say, “Now,” to Domino.
Dom casually says, “Hey, where’s Mike?”
We all hit the deck faster than any soldier could say, Sir, yes, sir. The good thing about having a Mike Bravo team is that we can use Mike as a code word for when shit is about to hit the fan.
Gunshots echo around the practically empty space—I can’t tell how many, but I’m thankful for the lack of burning on my skin. I’m not shot.
I reach for the gun strapped to my ankle, but by the time I’ve got it pointed at Walker, he’s sitting on the ground, holding on to his wrist while his hand bleeds all over the place.
Angel steps out from behind the entrance of the warehouse. She really is the best at what she does.
Decaf and Alphabet have the other two at the entrance, pinned against their cars, and then there was one.
Before Jon Rowling knows what’s going on, the rest of my guys pull their hidden weapons and train them on him, while Ghost is the only one to check on Walker. He immediately starts wrapping Walker’s hand to stop the bleeding.
“What’s the plan, boss?” Domino asks.
I hold up a finger and pull out my phone, hitting Stop on the recording app I opened the second I realized our electronics were dead. Contingencies, contingencies, contingencies. “As much as I’d like to make these fuckers disappear, I need Dylan’s name cleared. Walker all but admitted his plan to pin it all on him. So we need to send this recording to Internal Affairs … or whatever the DEA equivalent is so there’s no doubt in the eyes of the law who was in the wrong.”
“You trust them to actually bring justice?” Domino asks.
I scoff. “Sadly, no, but it should be enough to clear Dylan’s name. That’s the important thing.”
“We should really call an ambulance.” Domino gestures toward Walker where he’s still bleeding. He looks pale too.
“Guess we need to find this jammer, then.” I check my pockets.
“Why are you looking in there?” Domino asks.
“I’m being very thorough and not at all stalling. Duh.”
“Oh. Right. I should check mine too.”
Walker calls out through gritted teeth. “Fuck. You.”
“Geez, you’d think we shot his hand off.” I step closer to him. “If you tell us where the jammer is, the sooner we can get you help. If you want it, that is. Do you know what happens to ex-law enforcement in prison?” I shudder.
The Rowling kid tries to move closer, but all the guns pointed in his direction make him hesitate. “It’s, uh, in the car. I’ll just—”
Alphabet moves in. “Take a step. I dare you.”
“We’ll get it,” I tell them. “Ghost, you go find it. I’ll watch over Walker.”
Ghost stands. “It was a through and through. He’ll be fine.”
“Shame,” I say.
Ghost gets in the car, and it doesn’t take him long to find the device. “You’re all good.” He gives us a thumbs-up.