Page 62 of You for Her (The Edge of Retaliation 2)
I raise my brows. “You want us to steal drugs and guns?”
Garrett grins, a wicked grin. “Oh, yeah, we’re goin’ to steal them alright. And we’re goin’ to bring the lot of them down.”
“Fuck,” Tanner exhales, running his hands through his hair. “This is fuckin’ insane and stupid, it’ll never fuckin’ work.”
Then he turns and leaves the room.
I look to Tatum, who watches him go and then his eyes meet mine. “He’ll come around. He wants his revenge, I get that, but it’s not worth riskin’ his life for. He doesn’t see it now, but one day he will understand that we’re doin’ this for him.”
“I know. You’re right,” I agree.
I just don’t think he knows that.
“YOU SURE THIS IS THE right place?” Tanner breathes, glancing over at Garrett.
“Yep. You know I used to run drugs, this is the guy I used to run them with, but we had a massive fallin’ out. I know the ins and outs of his operation because it used to be mine. He keeps the drugs here, I know the security, I know every fuckin’ way in and out.”
I glance at Garrett with wide eyes. “You used to be a drug runner?”
“Past tense, not who I am anymore.”
Shit.
I had no idea.
I mean, he definitely has that silent, deadly feel about him, but I never picked him as someone who deals in drugs. I wonder if Tanner is okay with knowing his friend used to be into such heavy shit? I mean, obviously it doesn’t bother him because here we are.
“Now,” Garrett goes on, “only one entrance into the compound, and there are three shipping containers that he keeps his products in. He has security on the place twenty-four-seven in the way of cameras and three men. The cameras we can dodge, I know where they are and we’ll be covered enough not to be recognized. The men, we cannot. Got a plan for that, too.”
I feel a little nervous hearing how this is going to go down. We’re sitting in thick bushland currently, after Garrett directed us to the location of the drugs. We’re all praying that whoever he used to run with still hides them here because otherwise we’re screwed and back to plan A. We’re all wearing dark clothes—our faces will be covered, Garrett didn’t want to risk anyone figuring out who we are.
It’s still risky, of course, but we have to take some risk with what we’re about to attempt to do, right?
Garrett reaches into his pocket and pulls out some weird dart looking thing and hands one to Tanner and Tatum. “Darts. Knock someone out so fuckin’ fast they’ll not see the ground coming. You got to get a good shot, or we’re done for.”
“You’re going to shoot darts at those men?” Jo asks, her eyes wide. “Where did you even get those?”
Garrett looks to her. “Never you mind that. They’re effective, and they work. We’ll take a man each. Once they’re done, we’ll go in. The compound is locked, which is where Ethan will come in. He’s goin’ to cut the lock as soon as we give him a signal and we’ll enter the compound. The men will have keys on them, or they’ll be in the office. We’ll have no more than ten minutes to find those keys and get the goods before they’re alerted to the fact that someone is in the compound. Work together, work efficiently. The girls will stay up here, keeping a watch and letting us know if anything gets too close. We all clear on that?”
Everyone nods, and Garrett opens his backpack then pulls out three guns and loads them with the darts before he hands one to both the men. Within a few minutes, he has directed them to exactly where they need to go and tells them he’ll make a signal when it’s time to take the shot. Ethan will wait over on the other side with the huge bolt cutters Garrett gave him.
Jo and I will keep a watch out.
This is insane.
Thrilling, yet insane.
“If there is any sign of trouble, you ladies need to call out, no hesitation,” Garrett says to Jo and me. We both nod. “Let’s do this.”
The men prepare themselves; Ethan disappears through the thick bushland, Jo and I get into position so we can see the massive cleared area. It is well hidden out here, surrounded and protected. I can see three large red containers in the middle of the compound, a small office-like structure, and huge barbed wire fences. So far, I have only seen two men walking around, the other must be in the office.
“Anything goes wrong, anything at all, you run, Callie. You hear me?” Tanner says, squatting down in front of me and reaching out, taking my chin in his hand.
“I hear you,” I say. “Please be careful”
