Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
We step out into the night and with our weapons securely strapped across our bodies, I glance at my best friend over the top of my Challenger. “Ready for this?”
He nods, all talk of bottoming completely forgotten. “Fucking born ready.”
I wouldn’t expect anything less, and with that, we take off toward the compound, a gun resting securely in the palm of my hand.
I launch over the ten-foot fencing, scaling it like an animal before coming down on the other side. My feet hit the uncut grass with a soft thud, just seconds before Maddox comes down beside me, a single, sharp puff of air expelling from his lungs.
I don’t doubt that we’ve already been clocked by Antonio’s security team, but that doesn’t faze me as we hit the ground running, pushing ourselves to a sprint, hoping we can cut clear across the compound before the world slams down around us.
The compound is too quiet.
The patrol route that should be circling the eastern perimeter is gone, and one of the security lights has shifted position since our last sweep. Most people wouldn’t notice, but we do, which means we’re exactly where we want to be.
“Four coming from the front,” Maddox murmurs beside me.
I don’t break my stride as the adrenaline floods my body. “Three behind.”
We continue across the open ground toward the warehouse like two idiots with a death wish when the guards finally emerge from the darkness, closing in with weapons drawn.
Someone’s shouting orders, and I have to smile. “Nothing quite like a welcoming committee to start a hit off right.”
Maddox chuffs as though impressed by my rare show of humor. “Damn straight.”
A flashlight beam catches us as someone yells across the compound. Another guard raises a rifle, and I glance at Maddox at the same time he stares back at me. Then we move.
We forge straight into the madness like this is exactly what our bodies were made to do, evading bullets like mild inconveniences.
The first guard barely has time to react before Maddox reaches him. One second the man’s raising his weapon. The next, Maddox has him folded over and crashing into the dirt.
The second comes for me.
Bad fucking decision.
I grin as I welcome his attack, and as he races toward me, letting off shots through the night, I intercept him before moving like lightning, snapping his elbow and shooting him through the stomach with his own gun. He gurgles, and I use him as a human shield before throwing his lifeless body against his friend and watching them crumble to the ground.
“Well,” Maddox says with a sigh, lunging past a guard and grabbing the front of his gun only to smack it up against the asshole’s face, breaking his nose in an instant. “This is not a very nice welcoming committee.”
The bodies are piling up, and for a second, it looks like we’re actually trying to win. Which is exactly the point. Now I can’t say that I’ve ever purposefully gotten myself captured, but there’s always a first for everything.
The men surrounding us need to believe they’re catching two dangerous idiots who overestimated themselves, not two professionals with a plan to be carted straight into the heart of the lion’s den.
I’m rushed from the left as Maddox is grabbed from the right, and we fight side by side just as we always have. I send someone sprawling into an electric security fence while more guards appear in the distance.
“Seriously?” Maddox grunts. “Is this really the best plan you could have come up with?”
“I don’t recall hearing any of your suggestions at the time.”
He scoffs and keeps himself busy, and I roll my eyes. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying every second of this.”
An alarm sounds from the main building as the compound is suddenly lit up like the Fourth of July. Flood lights spill across the property, giving away the location of every last guard. And honestly, we’re doing a pretty thorough job.
This is just phase A of the grand plan, and the number of guards we can take out now significantly improves our chances of survival during phase B. As for phase A, I would really like to wrap it up. I’m getting bored of putting down untrained attack dogs. There’s nothing fun or even slightly rewarding in it. At least, not for me. Maddox on the other hand is having the time of his life.
After another few minutes of fighting, I glance toward Maddox. “Think we’ve made enough noise?”
He ducks another swing and pulls his trigger, sending a bullet right between the guard’s eyes, watching his brains splatter out the back. “Almost.”
I sigh and take a step back, letting Maddox have his moment. “Just checking.”
He takes out two more before finally giving in. “Alright,” he says. “It’s showtime.”
The next wave of guards are closing fast, and while this is the point where most people would take their chance to run, we do the opposite, moving closer and putting them in a position that gives them the advantage, and just as they reach us, I intentionally let one of the newcomers get close enough to tackle me.