I groaned as my head fell back. “Brutus, if we can’t take them on, we lure them in and trap them.”
He stared at me through the binoculars before looking down at the detonator. And then, with a wide grin on his face, he slid it into his pocket.
“Click it three times, got it.”
I tilted my head. “I don’t like how gleeful you look at the idea of blowing up my home.”
If I could’ve seen his eyes, I’m sure they would have gleamed. “You just lead the way and leave that to me.”
“I’ve created a monster,” I muttered as I took my leave toward the stairs.
Brutus simply chuckled behind before we ascended back up to the main floor of the house.
“Case first, pulp second,” Brutus whispered.
I nodded. “Stick together. East or west?”
Brutus nodded to the right. “West.”
I followed behind him that time. ‘Case first, pulp second’ was the crew’s way of saying, ‘we case the outer perimeter first, and then we tackle the inside.’ But we had no idea how long we were surveilled, and we had no idea if they heard us.
So the more ‘brother speak’ we could use, the better.
“Do these windows bust from the inside?” Brutus asked.
“Bulletproof windows, because of how they are fused together, are more vulnerable to attacks from the inside, yes. Why do you?—?”
POW! POW! POW!
I whipped around and leveled my gun before I had a chance to ask what in the hell happened. I heard the first and second bullets, followed by the sound of heavily-shattered glass. And then, another bullet.
I heard something thud.
Brutus grabbed me and slammed me against the wall before a bullet flew through the window he just busted out. I saw the man’s head on a swivel, trying to locate where the son of a bitch was.
“Gotcha,” I whispered as I clocked the fucker in between some trees about sixty feet out.
My pistol was up in my field of vision within milliseconds.
Through the scope, I caught that bastard right between his fucking eyes. But we had an issue.
We had a vulnerability in the house now.
“Down,” I hissed as I yanked at Brutus and pulled him to the floor.
I motioned for him to stay down as a radio came alive from somewhere outside.
“Alpha One to Beta one, do you copy?”
Silence.
“Alpha One, this is Beta one. Do you copy?”
More silence.
“Goddamn it. Alpha One to Beta One, I will not ask again. Pick up your fucking radio.”
“Please, please, please, please, please,” I whispered to myself.
