Brian didn’t want to wait. He wanted to charge in.
Arturo whispered, “Wait until they finish carrying their stuff into the building, so they are all in one place and not moving around so much.”
“You know the minute they’re done; they’re going to turn their attention to her,” Brian said.
He wouldn’t say it, but they both knew one of the first things those men were going to do was rape their captive.
And he didn’t want them turning their attention to Cecelia. He wasn’t waiting for shit. “I’m going in.”
“Right behind you, brother,” Arturo said. “You lead.”
Brian moved toward the building on stealthy feet.
Chapter 9
There wasone way into the building, and that was through the front door. Brian snuck to the wall next to that door and prepared to turn and shoot in through the doorway.
Now, he could see five men were in the front room, sitting around a table. Beer bottles sat on the table and on the floor next to their chairs. After carrying all those boxes in, they’d sat down to have a beer. Weapons were on the floor next to the men, and one long gun leaned against the wall.
The men who would shoot at Brian wouldn’t know he was wearing a bullet proof Kevlar vest, he and wasn’t stopping.
He would die before he’d lose Cecelia to them. But he didn’t plan on losing.
He was there to win.
And then he was taking Cecelia home.
They had his girl. They were going down. Brian charged into the room, shooting.
Brian fired a double tap at the first man who reached for a weapon, and the man fell back, the first shot in the chest, a kill shot, the second that followed, simply habit.
A man to his right rushed him with a knife, but Brian moved forward and to the man’s right flank, grabbing his wrist in a quick move, and twisting the knife away from himself, he turned it on his attacker.
Arturo had followed him and double tapped, shooting the third man, who hit the wall with a smear of blood before sliding toward the floor.
A fourth man ran down the hallway toward a room with a closed door and was trying to unlock that door.
The fifth man’s gun jammed when he tried to shoot, and he was reaching for another gun when Brian shot him with the double tap Marines trained to do.
Knifed guy was moaning and reaching for a gun on the floor, but Arturo tapped him twice when he shot.
They were all dead except the guy down the hall, who had disappeared into that room.
Brian ran down the hall and pushed open the door.
The fourth man stood in the middle of a small room, holding Cecelia in front of him. He had a gun pointed at Cecelia’s head.
She stood frozen, her gaze looking toward the ceiling, and her lips trembling. Tears rolled from her eyes.
Then her gaze dropped and looked toward him.
“Brian,” she gasped out.
“I’m here,” he said, to reassure her that he was. “And I’m taking you out of here.”
“One step,” the fifth man said. “One step toward me, and I blow her brains out.”
“Let her go,” Brian said.
