CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The team taking down the bodyguards waited until they heard from Leif, Moose, and U-Jin that the elevators had been cleared. U-Jin, being the smallest, climbed down the elevator shafts, dropping in once the regular guests were off. He neutralized the guards easily, by blocking their blood flow and stopped the elevator at the floors where Leif and Moose were waiting.
“Took you long enough,” smirked Cowboy when the last elevator opened.
“Fuck you,” grinned U-Jin. “Your big asses couldn’t get down the shaft of the elevator so I’m the one saving all of you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” smirked his friend. “You three got the elevators taken care of?”
“We’ll be inside them, riding up and down until our guests arrive. We’ll notify you as each is coming up,” said Moose.
“Good, now let’s have some fun and see what our bodyguards on the two floors look like,” said Quinn. “River was watching from Carousel Bar when they arrived. He said they’re all big, thick necks, but big in the way men are that use strength, not cunning.”
“Alright, good to know. Do we have any photos of them?” asked Matt.
Quinn held up the tablet, showing the others the faces that had been captured by the team. They swiped back and forth, some recognizable, others not.
“Two of those are Russian mercenaries. Our friend Gustav makes interesting friends,” said Mike. They looked around at the crowds in the hotel and wondered what was going on.
“It’s almost Mardi Gras,” said Quinn. “We could have casualties if we’re not careful. Most people are just here for the early outer parades but we need to watchful.”
“Okay, let’s take care of our big, burly bodyguards,” smirked Nate.
Fifteen and Sixteen were the top floors of the hotel, housing several suites and luxury accommodations. No surprise that they wanted those floors. With control of the elevators, none of the board members would be running down sixteen flights of steps to avoid them. Even if they did, they had a few extra surprises waiting for them.
When the elevators on fifteen opened, the men casually walked out of the car as if they belonged there. Several men turned, weapons ready but not pointed at them.
“Hey, fellas, we’re your relief,” said Quinn.
“Relief? We just arrived. There’s no relief scheduled,” said one of the men.
“Well, surprise,” said Matt. “Gustav decided everyone needs a lunch break.”
“It’s not lunchtime,” said another man.
“Listen asshole, do you want your break or not?” said Quinn. One of the men stared at him, pulling out his phone.
“I’ll just give him a call.” They all waited, staring at the man as he hit the number on his phone. They already knew that the tech boys had ensured complete disruption for technology on the floors.
“Well?” asked his partner.
“It’s not working. These fucking old buildings prevent cell phones from working.”
“Look, dude, we have a lot of work to do. Just get out of the way,” said Matt. The man stared at the big men in front of him, his own partners circling around him.
“No.”
“Okay,” smiled Quinn. “Have it your way.”
With a flick of their wrists they tested one of the most inventive and resourceful tools that Victoria created. Small discs flew from a wrist band, delivering ten-thousand volts of electricity directly into the body. When the four men dropped to the floor, unconscious, Christian smiled.
“I really love this new tool,” he laughed.
“Tie them up and put them in the closet,” said Cowboy. “They won’t wake for a while anyway.”
The men were big and heavy but the others easily maneuvered them into the cleaning closet, ensuring they were secure.
The sixteenth floor was just as easy and a little more fun when one of the guards attempted to take Kev down. He enjoyed the interaction but they needed to move it along. Securing them the same way they did floor fifteen, it was just in time as Moose announced that the first guests were arriving.
