Page 118 of Renegade
Tonight, he’d found one at a nightclub.
He pulled out his phone, snapped a picture. “We’ll make sure your people see this.”
Haqazzii’s lips split into another sinister smile. “They’ll come for me, and they will show you no mercy. I will enjoy the woman. She will fight me, but I will overtake her.”
Another rush of hatred surged through Greystone. He side-kicked Haqazzii in the center of his chest, sending him flying backward, but the chains holding him in place swung him back with tremendous force.
That’s gotta hurt.
Greystone took a five-second video of the prisoner while he hung there gasping for air.
His guts churned. He took no joy in exacting this level of pain, even on a known enemy. Greystone waited while his team left the hole. In the hallway, he bolted the door, then lowered the metal arm, ensuring the prisoner couldn’t escape.
“I need to get Teddy—Tank—over here,” Greystone uttered.
Upstairs, in the break room, the women returned their Glocks to their holsters while everyone removed their ski masks. Torture fucked with him. But a talk-session wasn’t gonna work with Haqazzii. This wasn’t just physical torture, it was mental torture as well.
“I saw speakers next to the cameras,” Greystone said.
“We can pipe in any sound, including music,” Dakota explained.
“Show me where I can control this.” He eyed Caroline. “Austin, you’re with me.”
Dakota brought them into a room he’d not been shown during the initial tour. It was a mini-command center with a console, two monitors on the desk and three on the wall. Live feeds showed every hallway in the building, inside the interrogation room, and inside the hole.
Greystone stood there watching Haqazzii. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was moving. “Are there mics?”
“Yes,” Dakota replied.
“He’s praying,” Greystone said.
Dakota regarded him. “You doing okay?”
“Hell, no.” He glanced back at Haqazzii. “War is a fuckin’ bitch.”
Dakota squeezed Greystone’s shoulder. “I know, brother.”
“Where does he go to the bathroom?” Caroline asked.
“He’ll piss in his pants,” Dakota said. “There’s a bucket in the corner, but he has to be uncuffed. Don’t leave him alone unshackled.”
Greystone nodded. “Yeah, I learned that the hard way.”
Dakota pointed to a section on the console. “These buttons are important. This is a kill switch. It shuts off the electricity, so if someone gets out, we can throw them into darkness. Keep your night goggles with you.”
Greystone and Caroline nodded.
“This button locks the exterior exits and keeps the hangar door from rising. Nothing opens from the inside until this lever is pulled.”
Greystone made mental notes of everything. It was a basic console, but after three days, and very little sleep, things might get a little turned around.
“We got this, right Austin?” Greystone asked.
She regarded both men. “We’re set.”
“The fridge is stocked, but I’ll grab a few things and drop them by later.” Dakota glanced at his watch. “It’s two in the morning. Since there are no windows, there’s no sense of time. Things can feel a little wonky after a while, so step outside to get a frame of reference.”
Twenty-minutes later, the team rolled out. Slash and Prescott were expected back to relieve them mid-morning.
