We still had almost fourteen hours left before Adam’s deadline, but I didn’t trust that bastard. I knew battles and wars weren’t without setbacks or casualties, but we had to win. We had to end Adam once and for all. More importantly, I had to keep my promise to my aunt Tab.
Lightning flashed, thunder boomed, and a fishy aroma carried on the wind from Lake Michigan, which bordered along the backside of the warehouse beyond the container yard.
“We’re in position,” Tripp said into our comms. “But Joan’s men haven’t shown up yet. I can’t reach them on their radio either.”
“Fuck. They might’ve been compromised.” Anger threaded through Steven’s words.
I hoped we weren’t about to abort. If so, my uncle was sure as hell dead.
“We’re ready,” Olivia reported in.
“We go on my command,” Webb said as Steven called Sawyer.
The last piece of the puzzle before our attack was the techie’s role in shutting down the security cameras around the warehouse.
I huffed out a breath, relieved that we wouldn’t abandon my uncle. Then I tugged my bulletproof vest down and felt for my gun on my hip and the daggers in sheaths on my lower back, then the two around my legs.
My stomach was a freaking ginormous ball of knotted nerves. Would I freeze? Would my witch powers fail me?Mind control is your strongest power, my inner voice supplied.Remember: belief, desire, will, and visualization.
Webb touched his comm. “It’s go time. Eyes on the prizes, ladies and gents.”
I took in several quick breaths and released them, then jogged behind Steven and Webb, wiping the rain from my face.
Webb held up a fist and stopped at the corner across from the warehouse. “I don’t see any guards along the perimeter or gate.”
We backtracked the way we came.
“Team, update,” Webb ordered in his comm. “Any guards in the rear or in the container yard?”
“That’s a negative,” Olivia relayed. “No guards on our end.”
“We don’t see any in the yard,” Tripp chimed in.
“They know we’re here,” I said as my stomach pitched and rolled.
If I was right, what did that mean for my uncle?
Steven nodded. “I believe you’re right, Layla.”
“We’ve come this far. There’s no turning back,” Webb said into his comm.
Thank fuck. I couldn’t bear to see my aunt Tab freak out. She’d already lost two sons—one to a car accident and one to the genetic-altering serum.
We kicked our legs into gear, running through the rain, and cautiously approached the gate that stood open as if Adam was inviting us in. He probably was.
Steven led the way and banked right under one of four decorative trees inside the fence.
The rain was coming down in sheets, pelting off the roofs of the cars in the parking lot before us, sounding as though we were in the front row of a concert hall.
A light spilled out from a corner window at the right end of the warehouse, and the glow from another bulb sprayed out from the building outside the front entrance as well.
“Whether they know we’re here or not,” Steven said, “stay low. Move quickly to that car there.” He pointed at a white SUV.
Webb led the way.
I sniffed, listened, and scanned the area as I ran.
When we reached the SUV, the three of us huddled behind it.
