“Ten minutes before he busts his nut,” Karter grins. “Let’s make it count.”
I nod. “Everyone knows their place. Once inside, kill anything that moves. No survivors unless they’reuseful. House burns after we’re done.”
Heads nod like hammers. No fear. No hesitation.
This iswar.
As we step from our crouch across the Carmichael lawn, four guards patrol the perimeter, rifles ready, but they’re not fast enough.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Declan doesn’t miss.
Their bodies drop like dominoes at our feet.
We walk right over them.
“I see movement, north hallway, first floor,” Onyx mutters.
“Onyx, Dash, flank the sides. Wells, main floor. Karter, you’re with me. Top level. No mercy.”
My phone buzzes.
Gage:On route with the girl. Seven-minute timer starts now.
Perfect.
Karter and I breach the foyer just as three more bodies hit the marble. “Damn,” he whispers. “Wells moves like a ghost.”
“Make sure you don’t forget the bag.”
“Oh, it’s coming with,” he grins, patting the duffel like it’s a pet.
Upstairs, we pause at the landing. A shout cracks through the air.
“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!”
The office door slams open and Tiffany stumbles out, hair a mess, face streaked in spit and mascara. She runs the other way, smart girl.
Wells’ red-glowing mask flashes in the dark ahead, one hand up.
Stop.
We wait.
A crash. A gurgled scream.
Another crash.
Then,wave.
Go.
We burst in.
Gerald is crouched beside his head of security, Steve or something, shaking his corpse like it’ll wake him up.
“I doubt he can hear you,” I sneer.
