“I’m still figurin’ that out. We haven’t had enough time to fully scope it out.”
“And we don’t have enough time to do so either, unless you think the president dropping out of the race is an option,” I said, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in my voice.
McDaniels and the rest of his group of lawyers who’d been following him around weren’t even sure if it was evenlegalfor her to drop out of the race with only two days left until the election.
Which didn’t bode well for Lennon’s chances of survival.
“Hey,” I heard Maverick say in the earpiece. “Do you guys feel that?”
“What?” Zeke asked.
But I grabbed his arm and gave him a hard thump on the chest.
A thread of pain, panic, and determination that wasn’t my own had slowly started to wind down the bond I shared with Lennon.The bond that up until a few minutes ago had been cold and dark because she had been blocking us out.
I sent a quick wave of comfort at her, hoping I could soothe her even from out here.
“She knows we’re here,” I said. “Which means we have to go in and get her.”
“And how do you propose we do that?” Agent Harris asked. “It’s not like we can just storm the place without a huge loss of life.”
“You have seventy-five agents in these woods. Thermal imaging shows fifty of those assholes.”
“And heavy artillery, Wilson,” the agent said dryly. “So I’m not going to just go in there guns blazing when they have an advantage.”
“Both of you shut up for a second and look at the window at the bottom left of the main house, the one built into the foundation of the porch,” Zeke cut in, lifting his rifle scope.
I did the same just in time to see the window get busted out and smoke start to billow from the freshly broken window.
“Is that a fire?” I asked, frowning as I continued to watch.
Men started to run around the complex like ants as flames started to lick out of the window and up the house, catching on the old wood and creating a veritable tinderbox.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Agent Harris whistled. “I think your girl has organized us a little distraction.”
My feet were already moving by the time he finished.
“Brooks!” Maverick shouted from behind me. “Gods damn it, Dallas is going to kick my ass if you get hurt.”
I didn’t care, my rifle was already aiming for the large flood lights.
“Let’s see how much of an advantage you have in the dark,” I muttered as I shot the ones I could see out, sending half ofthe complex into darkness as the men began shouting about an ambush.
The rest of the agents flooding the compound could handle the other lights. If Lennon had set a fire in the basement, then I needed to get her out of there before she got hurt.
Bullets started to fly by the time I made it to the porch, one of the guys holding up a pistol in my face that I knocked out of the way with my rifle. Then my boot met his chest and I kicked him in through the open door and right into his buddy who shot him in the back.
The house was absolutely crawling with them, an Alphas Primus flag hanging on the wall in the living room and a football game on the TV.
I turned my brain off for a bit, just like I used to when Dallas and I served in the military.
Human thoughts and emotions did soldiers no favors in combat, so they needed to go and the alpha needed to emerge.
Instincts ruled in combat where everything became targets and triggers.
I moved through the house, some getting knocked out for the agents sweeping in behind me to handle while others were not so lucky.
None of it mattered as long as I found the door to the basement and got to Lennon.
