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SHOOT TO KILL
CAROLINE
Caroline said nothing as Grey drove to the site. She knew him well enough to know that he was in strategy mode, navigating possible situations they could be walking into. Though she didn’t doubt his brilliant mind, she believed Sin and Dakota were interrogating Haqazzii and had no cell signal.
Even so, they’d weapon up and approach with caution.
After driving into the neighborhood that led to the site, he pulled over and glanced in the rearview mirror. She turned around. The street was quiet, no vehicles in sight. When she turned back, he wrapped his hand around her leg, gave it a quick squeeze before letting go.
“Thanks for comin’ with me tonight.”
“My pleasure.”
He continued on to the dirt road. Once there, he pulled around back, pressed the button for the hangar, but the door wouldn’t open.
He tried again, but nothing. “Lockdown.”
Caroline’s stomach roiled, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
“I think you’re right,” she said. “We gotta weapon up.”
Instead of leaving their bullet-proof vehicle, she climbed into the middle seat, handed him his go-bag before she unzipped hers. On went her Kevlar vest, next she pulled on her shoulder holster, tucked her Glock inside.
While Greystone did the same, he said, “Helmets.”
She reached into the back, handed him his, then grabbed her own.
Caroline’s mind rocketed into emergency mode. “First, we kill the lights in the control room.”
“Confirmed,” he said.
“We have no idea how long this has been going on.”
“Expect an ambush,” he bit out.
“How do we get into the building if the hangar won’t open?”
He pointed. “There’s a scanner on the building, next to the door.” He regarded her. “We got this. No matter what we find, we go after Haqazzii.”
“Even if they’re wounded?”
“Stay focused on our target. Shoot to kill.”
She heaved in a breath, hoping to slow her palpitating heart, then she nodded. “Understood.”
“Let’s go.”
They opened their doors, shut them quietly. Greystone locked the SUV. He stood in front of the scanner. The light flashed yellow. She stood in front, the light flashed green. He opened the door, went in. She followed, shut the door.
The oversized garage was dark, but the light coming from the hallway inside lit their way. The scanner was flashing red. Scrolling across the small screen were the words:
LOCKDOWN… LOCKDOWN… LOCKDOWN
“He got out,” she groaned. “That monster got out of the hole.”
They each unholstered their weapons, strapped on their helmets, and stood in front of the scanner. The door slid open. They raced inside, cleared the immediate area, and started running toward the control room. She kept turning around, her gun pointed down the quiet hallway.
