The side entrance is my target, so I start toward it. When I’m close enough, he looks up. “Hey, who said you can move position?”
“I just want to bum a smoke.” He bows his head, looking inside his coat pocket, and I use the opportunity to slam him with an uppercut to the jaw. He stumbles but quickly gains his bearings, lurching toward me then pummeling a fist into my stomach. The air is knocked out of my lungs for a second, but I manage to bounce back quickly, kicking him in the groin. He lets out a growl and reaches for his gun in his belt holster, but mine is already at his head.
“Put the gun down.” I warn. He cocks it instead, so I pull the trigger on mine. It’s a quick death, his body falling to the ground. I didn’t want to have to do that, but he left me no choice.
I open the door to the warehouse, and it’s dimly lit inside. When my eyes adjust to my surroundings, I notice a small red light above me. Aiming at the security camera, I take it out with one shot. I walk through the warehouse. There are sheets of plastic hanging from the ceiling. When I reach the other end. There’s another door, with a keypad.
“Fuck.”
I hear voices and skulk back into the shadows. “Whoever you are, you better come out right now.” Somebody must’ve have seen me before I shot out the camera, discovered the guards outside, or heard my gunshots. I listen carefully, and there are two voices whispering. I stand as close to the wall as I possibly can, shifting behind a layer of plastic.
“He couldn’t have gotten through here,” one of the men says. “Should we radio it in, just in case?”
“And risk the boss finding out three of our men got taken out right under our nose?” the other says, his voice tense.
Peeking around a corner, I see it’s the other two guards I’d seen outside. I am close enough to see the code, I know they’re going to enter any minute now.
“I say we go in,” the first guard decides. He punches in a code, and it makes me smirk at how stupid people can be. There are far too many people with brawn for brains.
When they disappear behind the door, I wait a few minutes before making my move. I punch in the same code then step inside. I feel the cold metal against my temple and another one pushed against my back. Guess I wasn’t using my brain either.
“You have exactly five seconds to tell us who you are and what the hell you’re doing here.” He reeks of cigarettes.
“Five seconds is a pretty long time,” I taunt. “How about I give you two seconds to put those guns down before I blast a bullet through your brains and you end up like your friend back there?”
“There are at least a dozen guards in this place, you’re not going to get far.” The asshole tells me. The second guard messes with his earpiece.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the other guard lift his hand up to his earpiece, and I know he’s about to call in the calvary. My elbow slams into his solar plexus so hard he falls to the ground. The man behind me lifts the gun to my head, but I slam my heel into his foot then hit him in the same spot I did his friend. I kick them both until both are out cold then fling their guns away.
I make my way down a long corridor, rows of boxes and pallets lining it. I hear voices coming from the far end, so I head in that direction. I know that this could go either way. I’ve always known that, but Eliana is worth the risk.
