Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
The moment I hit the ground, I switch my lenses over to night mode, getting the perfect view of the compound, and without hesitation, I make a break for it. My feet slam against the ground, pushing me toward the entrance of the main building as I spot one of the armed guards with his back to me as he talks into his earpiece, frantically trying to work out the reason for the blackout.
“Night Hawk One, are we under attack? I repeat, are we under—”
My blade slices across the front of his throat, and he goes down without me skipping a beat. As I glance at my watch, I realize we still have thirteen seconds. I hear Shadow, both in the distance and through my earpiece, as she takes out a guard, and not a second later, I hear the same from Kienna.
“Three down. One to go,” I murmur.
“Go,” Kienna grunts. “I’ve got the fourth.”
Trusting her to handle it, I race to the entrance of the building, getting there at the same time as Shadow. “Time?” I question, punching my gloved knuckles straight into the security panel for the massive sliding door.
“Eight seconds,” Mila says in my earpiece just as a pained grunt comes from Kienna.
“Baby?”
“Not your baby,” she mutters before I hear the familiar sound of a blade plunging deep inside a body. “The fucker got me with a knee to the vag. Almost pissed my pants.”
I roll my eyes as I grab all the electrical cords and tear them out, completely disabling the security door before getting my fingers around the edge of the door and pulling it back with everything I’ve got.
“Five seconds,” Mila says.
I get the door open just enough, and before I can even glance back to search for Kienna, she tears past me, breaking through the threshold into Harriet’s den as Shadow dives in after her.
“Four.”
I follow suit, picking up speed, ready to have Kienna’s back as my gaze locks onto Harriet at her desk. There are screens and monitors surrounding her, and she is madly pressing the keys, desperate for them to power up again, but as long as we have Mila on our side, she won’t be getting back online . . . at least not in the next four seconds.
“Three.”
Hearing the sound of Kienna’s feet pounding against the linoleum, Harriet whips around, and taking all of a heartbeat to realize who the fuck we are, her eyes widen in horror, but it’s too late for her. She was dead the second we got through that door.
“Two.”
Coming in with raging speed, Kienna launches herself off the ground, and as Harriet rears back in her seat, preparing to whip around and do whatever the fuck she thinks she can do on a dead computer, Kienna crashes into her, her boot slamming against her temple and sending her sprawling across the ground.
The chair goes with her, the wheels catching and dropping the frame right on top of Harriet before bouncing and slamming into the wall of monitors behind her.
“One.”
The backup generator kicks in and the room is lit with clinical light. The screens flicker back to life as Kienna gets to her feet.
“Woah. Fuck,” Mila says, getting a bird’s eye view into Harriet’s den. “Bring me back all of that shit.”
“All of it?” I grunt, all too aware of just how far away we parked and how many monitors and screens are here. I’m going to be hauling this shit back and forth for hours, but considering the four armed guards are dead, I suppose it doesn’t matter if I were to drive the SUV right up inside this very room. It’s not as though there’s a working security door to keep us out anymore.
“All of it,” Mila confirms.
Shit.
Harriet begins to get up, and I watch as her gaze flicks between me, Shadow, and Kienna. Then when Kienna moves around the back of the computer screens, stealing the coffee cup off Harriet’s desk, she makes her move, darting toward her computer.
My heart lurches, knowing she could ruin our whole fucking world with a single push of a button, and without hesitation, my hand sweeps down past my hip, collecting my blade and launching it toward her in one fluid motion.
Harriet gets one foot to the ground before my blade sinks through the back of her neck, severing her spine. She gurgles, and in the same motion, falls heavily to the ground as blood quickly pools around her.
“Yeah, not today bitch,” I mutter, walking toward her and making sure she’s well and truly dead. Only as my gaze sails over her limp body, I realize that my blade isn’t the only one protruding from her neck. There’s an identical one directly beside it and considering the angle Shadow is standing at, it came from her.
Lifting my gaze, I arch a brow, more than impressed, only the little brat smirks back at me. “For the record,” she says in a tone that suggests I’m not going to like what’s about to come out of her mouth. “I beat you to it. You might have severed her spinal cord, but I made the kill.”