Page 151 of Renegade
“Sajid,” he whispered again, this time aiming his Glock toward the ceiling. “I see you, Sajid.”
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Bullets rained down through the ceiling.
Greystone locked in on the holes and unloaded his weapon.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
THUD.
Greystone stilled.
He waited, his full attention focused on the ceiling. A dark mark bled onto the white. The stain grew larger, spreading over the area. Moving slowly, Grey stepped on a kitchen chair, then climbed onto the table, hoping it would hold under the weight of his two-hundred-twenty pounds.
He poked his head through the opening. A body lay in the space, not ten feet away, the feet closest to him. He needed confirmation Haqazzii was dead and not just wounded or playing dead.
“Sajid,” he whispered. “It’s over.”
No response, but Greystone wasn’t walking away without full confidence he’d taken the terrorist out, so he raised his arm into the open space, aimed at Haqazzii’s torso.
BANG! BANG!
“Rot in hell, motherfucker.”
Greystone stepped down, walked around the corner, making sure he stayed tucked behind the refrigerator.
“Austin.”
“I’m here.”
“Man down. Light us up.”
“Are you wearing goggles?”
“Yeah.” He flipped them up. “Clear.”
“Three, two, one.”
He squinted against the bright kitchen as he eyed the ceiling. If Haqazzii was alive, he wouldn’t be for long.
“That’s a mess.”
The dark stain was spreading across the ceiling as Greystone jumped on the table, stuck his head into the duct, then pushed himself into the tight space. Using his phone’s flashlight, he shone the light on the body.
Moving carefully, he grabbed Haqazzii’s hand, checked his pulse.
Nothing.
“Confirmed,” he said to Caroline. “Haqazzii is down. Do not leave the room until I come back to get you.”
“Copy,” she replied.
He made his way down, but he wasn’t taking any chances, so he pulled a chair into the hallway and wedged it under the doorknob. Running down the hall, he breathed deep. Outside the control room, he knocked twice, then said, ‘The pink pig is flying over the moon.”
Nothing.
“Caroline, are you okay?”
