Page 69 of Striker
Crack, crack!
Bullets smacked off the drywall. One whizzed right by his head.
Jenna screamed, covering her face. He grabbed her and threw her behind the couch, then got down to shield her. She might be their only link to Rex, and he planned to keep her alive.
He lifted his head as a flurry of movement exploded in the room. His team moved expertly, tackling the bouncers and disarming them.
Viper approached while Rogue and Havoc tied Ponytail’s and the other guard’s wrists. Reaper peeked at Baldy’s unconscious form.
“Not a good time for a nap,” Viper said with a smirk, extending his hand.
“Ha-ha. Took you long enough. You realize I was unarmed, right?” He let Viper haul him to his feet, then they both helped Jenna stand.
“You did all right,” he said with a chuckle, before shifting his focus to Jenna. “You all right, ma’am?”
“I’m fine.” She brushed her hands over her dress then locked her gaze with Viper’s. Her lipstick-smeared lips curved into a sensual smile. “Much better now.”
Viper cleared his throat uncomfortably.
Jenna’s expression changed. “Wait a minute.” She looked at Atlas. “You said you weren’t a fed!”
“We’re not,” Atlas and Viper said in unison.
More hollering erupted from downstairs.
Rogue positioned his rifle, ready to fire if someone entered the room. “We’ve gotta move.”
Atlas turned his attention back to Jenna. “Where can we find Katrina?”
She shook her head. “He never told me anything. All I’ve ever heard were rumors that he has her up in a remote house somewhere. That’s all I know. Honest.”
Viper’s gaze darkened, but he said nothing.
“You’d better head home,” Atlas said. “Lie low.”
“We’ll walk you out.” Rogue jerked his head toward the door.
Atlas fell into step behind Rogue, Havoc, and Reaper. Jenna stayed between Viper and him as they made their way through the empty corridor. Moans drifted from one of the bedrooms.
Havoc snorted. “Glad we didn’t interrupt everyone’s fun.”
They descended the stairs, which were lit by emergency lights. There were no patrons at the bar, just a handful of employees. The women looked alarmed and backed up to the bottle-lined wall.
“Jenna!” cried Blue Hair, rushing forward. If she was afraid of him and his friends in tactical gear, she didn’t show it. She wrapped Jenna in a hug while asking if she was hurt.
“It’s okay,” he heard Jenna whisper. “I don’t think they’re bad guys.”
“Where’s your boss’s office?” demanded Havoc. His gun hung across his chest.
“D-Down the hall,” Blue Hair said. “But we don’t have a key.”
“Don’t need one.” Havoc motioned for Blue Hair to show him the way, and she reluctantly moved from Jenna. “Reaper, help me scrub the footage. Rogue, we’ll catch up.”
The two of them followed Blue Hair down the hall.
Atlas gave Jenna a parting nod, then headed for the door with Rogue. They’d almost stepped outside when she ran up and caught his arm.
He slid out of her hold but met her gaze.
