“Down tiger. We’ve worked separate before. I have Mac, Doc and Casanova with me. They won’t let anything happen to me. Gene would also have Carter’s balls in a jar if he let anything happen to me before you had a chance to take him out.” Pratt winked at her husband before kissing him as they walked away to suit up.
Carter and his team showed up at the storefront on Bayshore drive near Hyde Park. Pratt, Cortez and Diesel walked into the drycleaners pretending they had laundry to be serviced. Once they arrived in, they signaled who was seen in the store and their locations. When the last customer left, it was their turn. Diesel locked the front door, lowered the blinds and replaced the open sign with the closed sign, just as Cortez and Pratt drew their weapons and ordered the person at the front counter to get on the ground.
Cortez zip tied the young woman’s hands and feet before they moved to the back of the store. Cortez opened the back door allowing Alvarez and the men to enter the store as they broke up into smaller groups to check the rest of the area.
Finding a door, Doc slowly opened it to see that it led down a flight of stairs. Carter, and the rest of the team slowly made the trip down the stairs behind Doc. Once they reached the bottom, they saw it led to a bigger hallway. Giving the signal, they split into teams of two, each one hitting one of the four doors at the same time.
After taking out the shooters hidden in the room, they found several young girls in small cages that were obviously under the influence of drugs. Alvarez and Pratt kicked in their door to find three men in the room with a young girl on the ground pleading for her life. One of the men had a gun to the girl’s head, screaming at the two women to drop their weapon or the girl would die.
“So, Red, how good of a shot are you?”
“Depends on who you ask, really. I could probably take out two, but that third would be tricky.”
“Eh, I could deal with the third, probably help you with that second.”
“Ohhhh, recreate the head exploding if we hit the same spot. Yum!”
Alvarez chuckled, “You seriously need help!”
Pratt shrugged as she took aim and fired her weapon, striking the man standing behind the young girl, to the right of the tango with their gun to the girl’s head.
At the same time Pratt fired, Alvarez fired her weapon taking out the guy standing to the gun holder’s left. Both women fired a second round, taking out the man holding the gun to the girl’s head, causing the girl to scream out as she dropped to the ground.
Alvarez and Pratt walked over to the girl to check on her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, thank you. Where am I?”
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Pratt asked softly.
“Coming out of the mall with some friends. Some guy saying that he was a photographer and thought we should be models.”
“Ah, the classics.” Alvarez mumbled as she checked their surroundings for stragglers.
“They said they were selling us to new masters who were going to train us to be proper slaves,” the young girl cried into Pratt’s shoulder.
“Alvarez, the men have any luck finding someone they can make talk?”
“Yep. Carter, the jerk, is boasting about his tango. Wants to have some fun with him to make him talk.”
“Good, let’s go join the party. Swift and her team should be here shortly to help us get the victims to safety. Let’s go have some real fun now.
Just as Alvarez and Pratt walked into the room that Carter and the others were in, the man they were talking to started screaming out his answers. “Well damn, he’s no fun!”
“Jackson! His name is Jackson Ares. His father is a fucking Senator!” The man screamed out in pain as Doc manipulated his broken arm.
“Shit! That’s why he’s been so fucking arrogant. He’s the Senator’s kid.”
Carter took out his phone and dialed Brody’s number. “Find out what you can on a Jackson Ares. Let Ian know what we’ve found. We’re on our way back to the compound now.”
12
Both teams met back at the compound, discussing their findings with both storefronts. Brody, Gene and Larry used their resources to find out what they could about Jackson Ares and his location.
“So, this Jackson fella is older than Jon? Carlton was only two years older than Jon. This makes Jackson what, three or four years older?” Pratt looked over the bio she had in her hand for Jackson.
“Wait, here it says his name is Jackson Stephenson…”
“Holy shit he’s ten years older than your ex, Red.” Diesel pointed out the birthdate. “That puts him at least in his late forties.”
