We’re all wearing black tactical clothing, and the omegas all sprayed themselves down with descenting spray. We’re ready.
Gary Dregman
We’ll be in position to act on your call. Stay in touch.
My lips twitch at the dry text and I blow out a breath.
“It’s time. Any questions?”
We’ve gone over entrance points, where they remember all the groups of women were kept, along with the layout of the mansion. These women have remarkable recollection of this place for having been gone as long as they have.
Nonetheless, ten years is a long damn time, and it’s already clear that some things have changed. I don’t want anyone to get cocky.
Everyone shakes their heads, and then begins to check their weapons. There are so many different pockets in their pants, but I’ll never fail to be amused by their boots. Silva hands a knife to her sister, and Lexi hides it away in a secret compartment in her right boot.
Whatever keeps them alive works for me.
I’m also impressed with what they suggested they bring. Rope, rappelling gear to climb down the side of the house, and more is tucked into small packs for them to take with them. They’re more than ready.
I rented several large panel vans for this mission, and Aiden and Sloane are going to drive the SUVs, which are already packed with all our shit. It’s not that I don’t trust the government support I reached out for or Gary, but most of the omegas we are rescuing from Henderson mansion will be safer off the grid. Lark and Kyren can get them new identities, but I’ll happily use the support to clean up after us.
How they explain the rest is up to them. A bust of this many sex traffickers will have to be more than enough.
“We’re burning the night oil,” I call out. “Let’s go!”
It’s almost nine at night, and it’ll take some time to hike in through the woods so we’re not caught.
“Yes, Drill Sergeant,” Syrus says under his breath, making my lips twitch.
If it was anyone else I might deck them, but he knows how stressful a raid can be. This is on a larger level, but the mechanics end up the same.
Regardless, it helps break up some of the heaviness in the air. I needed that.
“Cute,” I murmur, walking out the door. Everyone hurries after me, ski masks pulled over their faces. I don’t want anyone to know who the Widows are.
Facial recognition is built into a lot of security systems now, and the Widows are the omegas that got away. I don’t want to be caught before we make it inside.
Getting into one of the vans, I take a deep breath as I make sure everyone is where they need to be. I take the route Kyren mapped out that will take us along the backroads to the woods on the other side of the Henderson mansion. It’ll allow us to hide the vans and then hike in.
Kyren and Sloane are going to wear their infrared goggles that’ll allow them to watch out for guards patrolling the area. A quick twist of their necks will incapacitate them. These aren’t guards that will be regularly checked on because of the sheer amount of guests coming in and out.
Isidro has a black tux in his bag to pretend to be a beta working as a guest’s security. Even if there are rules about security being inside, it’ll be busy enough that he’ll be able to pretend to be part of the “festivities.” The party is going to work in our favor, and his name has mysteriously made it onto theapproved list of people allowed on the premises. Lark and Kyren have been having a field day fucking with Gideon’s carefully crafted plans.
We are definitely planning to rain on his goddamned parade.
Stashing the vehicles once we get there, we all go silent. Comms are in everyone’s ears, and as if we choreographed this with all of our previous conversations. Something that’s impossible typically with people who are civilians.
Omegas follow close behind, their masks on over pulled up hair, and a firearm in their hand by their sides with the safety on. There’s no chance of friendly fire here.
Sloane comes up on a guard turning beside a tree as we approach. The guard’s eyes grow large and his mouth opens to scream, but Sloane slams the side of his hand against his trachea so he chokes instead. Moving quickly, he places his large hands on either side of his head and twists hard. No noise, no mess. Simply death.
Emmett moves to pick up the guard’s legs, and together, they dump him in a ditch. The woods here aren’t well maintained, and there are downed trees, rotting wood, and sagging ground. The snow blanketed forest also helps to hide bodies well.
There’s no moon tonight, and the world is dark as we continue going. Thankfully, our eyes have adjusted so we all just watch where we place our feet. The only concern I might have are footprints, but it’s supposed to start snowing again.
Thank goodness nature seems to have our backs yet again.
By the time we split up and enter the mansion at different entrances, we’ve killed eight men effortlessly and hidden their bodies. So far, so good.
