“The fuck you prayin’ for, Doc?” Brutus whispered.
Please, dear God, I just needed the man over the radio to send those bastards?—
“Alpha One to Team One! Your Beta is down! I repeat, your Beta is down!”
Another voice. “Canary isn’t responding, either.”
Yet another voice. “Should we go check on them?”
Alpha One’s voice was music to my ears. “Delta. Enigma. Go find them. Leave that front door to me.”
“Yesssss,” I hissed to myself as I dropped to the floor and rolled over the shattered glass to the other side.
I propped myself against the wall as I looked over at Brutus. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”
He grinned and pulled out one of those foil packets. “Body condom time?”
I had to suppress the urge to laugh. Because, well, outside, you know? “Body condom time.”
We found ourselves in a rare opportunity to become predators once more. I ripped open one of the foil packets with my teeth and unveiled the massive mylar blanket. I wrapped it around my shoulders and tucked it over my head and feet. I saw Brutus staring at me with equal parts forced nonchalance and curiosity.
But eventually, the two of us were covered.
“Fuckin’ hell, this thing is hot,” Brutus whispered.
My ears twitched as a twig snapped. I brought my finger to my lips.
Brutus simply nodded.
We had no idea how long it would be until Cap got here with the rest of the guys. We had no idea if King was coming in their place with some men. All we knew was that we had a room full of panicked women upstairs, and Brutus and I were the only two standing in between them and that fucking sex trafficking ring.
Not on my goddamn watch.
Another crunch of a twig made my ear twitch, and I slowly turned my head. Brutus slumped his shoulders, seemingly disappointed that the first of the unlucky bastards was headed into my line of sight instead of his.
Poor guy.
Not getting to kill when he wants.
I saw the man looking into something on his wrist. Oh yeah. They had thermal imaging all right. I just stared at the man, hunkered down beneath the windowsill, but angled in such a way that as he progressed further into the window’s picture, more of his head became available as a target to me.
I slowly moved my pistol into place.
I watched Brutus draw in a breath to hold just as I did mine.
And when the two of us exhaled, I pulled the trigger.
I watched as the man dropped to the ground before he ever knew what hit him.
“Oh hell yeah,” Brutus muttered.
I didn’t like that the front door was unattended. But what I didn’t like even more was the fact that the window was blown wide open to the inside of the house. Not that we were close to the stairwell or anything. But I had to assume that if they were casing us for routines, that they most likely pulled schematics of the house.
Which meant we had to play this smart.
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