Page 79 of Ravaged By the Dark (The Righteous 2)
Once more, Trev, always the levelheaded one, managed to keep Arek reined in because he was panicking now that he realized Renee had taken off. Where she’d gone was obvious. If Trev had not stopped him, he would have taken off right that minute and stormed the warehouse, guns blazing. He would run in, shoot first, and ask questions later.
What a dumb plan.
Arek looked over at his twin and didn’t know how the hell he would’ve gotten through the shit in his life without him.
“Thank you,” he said, and Trev lowered the binoculars to stare at him.
“For what?”
“For being you, for coming with me.”
Trev’s brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing as he snorted. Even in the dim light with his face blacked out with makeup, he could clearly see the disgusted look.
“Don’t be stupid. Of course, I wouldn’t let you do this alone. You would do the same for me.” Trev brought the binoculars back up to his eyes and the corner of Arek’s mouth lifted.
So like Trev.
“Syphons are almost on target. Take the two guards on the roof first.”
“Why are we taking out guards again?”
“We need as many Vipers killed as possible. The fewer guards on the outside, the more likely they storm the castle. Honestly, they can all die for all I care.”
“Well, then saddle up. Shit is about to get real.” Arek settled into his little nest and took a deep breath. It felt good to hold Betty again. He gently rubbed the barrel of the sniper rifle that had been with him for every terrible moment he’d experienced. Sneaking her off the base hadn’t been easy, but it was sure the fuck worth it.
“Alright, Betty, let’s do this.” He stared through the scope while Trev relayed the info. he needed to make a clean shot.
Arek made the necessary adjustments to incorporate distance and wind speed. His finger squeezed the trigger, and the first of the two men dropped mid-stride, landing face-first on the roof.
Although his gun was virtually silent, the sound of a body dropping to the ground beside you was still pretty distinguishable. He smiled viciously as the second guard spun around and stared down at his dead friend and then looked straight up at him, eyes wide in confusion.“Smile, fucker,” he whispered as the bullet found its mark between the guard’s eyes. He turned his attention to the four guards standing by the back entrance and waited until the Syphons traveling in their cars rounded the corner before taking out two guards.
“Nice, you haven’t lost your ability to shoot.”
“Oh please, did you really doubt me?” Arek glanced at his brother.
Trev smiled, the teasing look telling him Trev knew the little jab would get him going. “Time to go,” Trev said as they swiftly cleaned up their perch before swinging their packs onto their backs.
The plan Trev created was simple. Convince the Syphons that the Vipers had killed their missing people. It had been him that made the Syphons believe that, but that detail was beside the point.
Next, they needed to produce just enough evidence that the Vipers were trying to enlist Trev’s help so Syphons would believe the story, which wasn’t that hard to do since the two gangs already hated each other.
Step three, the most important step—They needed to give them a financial reason to attack by telling them that the warehouse was full with a new shipment of opioids from the Golden Dragons.
Now here was the key—they needed to attack tonight, or the drugs would be moved by morning, and Trev didn’t know where the drugs would go.
Why would they believe Trev?
Because the Syphons had Trev on the books as their lawyer, and he’d gotten more guys off the hook than Arek could remember. Didn’t mean Arek didn’t hunt them down later and slit their throats, but they thought Trev was one of the good guys.
“Are you sure they can be trusted not to kill Renee or Cody?”
“If they want me to stay their lawyer, they won’t—I made that point very clear. They wanted to kill Cody for his work as Ice Man, but the allure of millions of dollars in drugs and wiping out Tyson was too good not to agree, but I wouldn’t trust them enough to leave them alone for very long.”
They ran for the opposite area where the Syphons were now fully engaged in a firefight. Both of them paused and stared up at the large window into Tyson’s warehouse.
“Here.” Trev handed over the scaling gear, and he gripped the set of magnetic discs. The theme song forMission Impossibleplayed in his head as they crawled up the metal wall. Lady Luck liked them tonight as the massive window was open, probably for better airflow. The sound of gunfire was extremely loud inside, echoing and vibrating off the cavernous space and the metal racks. A window further down exploded outward, the glass falling like rain onto the pavement below.
“Well, that doesn’t give me the warm fuzzies to stick my head in there,” Trev said as they watched the rest of the window smash to the ground.
