The moment he rounded the corner to the west end of the building, he hesitated.
No guard walked sentry here at all.
He’d be thankful not to deal with a guard, but there had to be more of them somewhere.
This smelled wrong.
He couldn’t change what was. Not spending time neutralizing a guard allowed Sam an extra minute if he didn’t encounter any inside. Angel’s two spaced-out clicks came through Sam’s comm just as he reached the walk-in door for the garage and turned the handle.
Not locked.
That would make sense if there had been a guard outside.
He couldn’t call to check on the rest of his team. They had to be radio silent inserting. Hell.
Turning the knob all the way, he stepped inside.
Chapter 4
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Sweat poured over Hallene’sface and naked body.
Her wrists screamed in pain from being tied with rope to hold her weight on a chain hanging from the ceiling. Terror had gripped her mind when she’d first regained consciousness. She’d cringed at discovering she’d been stripped and strung up like a side of beef.
Her feet had been submerged ankle-deep in a wooden barrel of water. She’d never experienced this gut-wrenching sense of despair and fear.
Then Coop’s training kicked in. He’d once shouted at her, “Don’t you fucking dare quit on living! EVER! Never give up!”
When she could finally draw a breath, she’d forced herself to use his mental exercises to remain positive and ready to escape.
But he would not be proud of his student now.
The scuff of boots over the basement’s dirt floor reminded her she was not alone.
Don’t whimper, she coached herself.
