She growled. “I think the short, fat dude has the launcher.” Iona tapped her earpiece. “Seth, one Reckoner has a grenade launcher.”
“Take him out. Do not let him get off a shot.”
“Copy that.” Iona grabbed her rifle. “I need a screwdriver.”
“I’ll take care of it. You line up your shot.”
“Your shoulder….”
“Will be fine. Do it, Iona.” He dug into his bag, pulled out his small toolkit, and withdrew the screwdriver. Elias removed a screw that Iona had inserted yesterday and stepped back. Between the two of them, they raised the window.
Iona knelt on the floor and lined up her shot. Once she pulled the trigger, both kill teams would know they’d been spotted. She tapped her earpiece. “Get ready. They’ll rush the cabin once I take out the dude with the launcher.”
“Do it,” Seth murmured.
“Copy that.” She drew a breath, let it out halfway, and gently squeezed the trigger.
Elias grinned. “Nice shot.” The man with the grenade launcher dropped like a rock. Unfortunately, his buddy picked up the weapon and raised it to his shoulder.
Iona fired another shot, then another. Either Grant or Rayne took the fourth and final man out as he prepared to fire on the cabin.
“Nice work,” Zane said.
“How’s the front looking?”
A last shot sounded from the living room, then an eerie silence descended on the night.
“All four men from the front team are down.” Seth sounded grim. “Capture and containment were not an option.”
“Our targets didn’t give us a choice either. Any injuries on our side?” Iona asked.
“All teams report in,” Seth ordered.
Each of the five teams responded. No injuries during the skirmish. Elias breathed easier. Thank God. The last thing he wanted was to lose friends to a war his father had started.
“We need to secure the prisoners’ weapons,” Noah said.
“Copy that. Echo unit, go.”
Elias climbed out the window and headed for the four men from his father’s MC. Grant joined him. “Iona made some pretty impressive shots.”
He smiled. “Good thing, since my shoulder is still healing.”
He and Grant checked each of the men for weapons, tossing them deep into the bushes and out of reach of the two club members who were moaning on the ground, clutching shoulders.
Grant secured their hands behind their backs and pushed them against a nearby tree. “Stay put. I’m not nice when I’m woken up in the middle of the night.” He tapped his comm device. “Four secured at the back. Two dead and two wounded.”
“Copy that. Front teams report,” Seth said.
“All four are dead,” Noah murmured. “Weapons secure.”
“Copy. Z, I don’t suppose we have a cleanup crew in the area, do we?”
“Sorry, my friend. Even the boss isn’t a miracle worker.”
“Well, what should we do with these bodies and the two survivors?”
“Dump them on Dutch’s front porch. Ring the bell and take off. They’re his problem.”
