Page 203 of The Dark Stranger
A Glock 19.
Suppressor already attached.
I check it twice.
Muscle memory.
Then I grab the AR-15 from the backseat.
Tactical vest already strapped tight across my chest.
Extra mags.
Flashbang grenades.
Zip ties.
Everything I need.
"Thirty seconds," I say into the radio.
The SUVs kill their engines.
Doors open.
Silent.
Efficient.
My team moves like shadows.
Spreading out.
Taking positions.
Two men head for the north entrance.
Two more circle around to the east.
The rest follow me and Jace toward the main loading dock.
I can see the guard now.
Leaning against the wall.
Cigarette in his mouth.
AK-47 slung over his shoulder.
He's not paying attention.
Mistake.
I raise my hand.
Signal.
One of my men—Carter—moves forward.
