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“Copy,” Cooper replied.
They hurried to the second room. Again, Addison pulled out the card, held it against the black box. The light turned green. She opened the door. The room was dark.
“Who is that?” called out a woman.
A light flicked on, the guest bolted upright in bed.
“Sorry!” Addison called out. “Wrong room.”
She and Hawk hurried out, pulling the door shut behind them. The woman yanked open the door. “How did you get in here?”
Addison held up her keycard. “Sorry. Have a good night.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” the hotel guest hollered.
“We’ll check with the front desk as soon as we get into our room,” Hawk said.
“I’ve got movement on the balcony of the eleventh room,” Cooper said into their ears. “The balcony door opened. The room is dark. No none came outside.”
“That’s gotta be him.” Hawk took off toward the end of the hallway, Addison had to run to catch up.
She swiped, dropped the card, grabbed her weapon. They threw open the door, rushed inside.
A man stood there in the dark, the lights from the venue bathing him in shadowed light. The straw hat and wig were gone. In his arms, he cradled an automatic assault rifle. He raised the weapon.
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
Both Addison and Hawk opened fire on him, the shots muffled by their silencers. The shooter staggered back, then dropped.
“Target hit,” Hawk said. “Man down.”
“Confirm,” Cooper said.
Addison knelt next to the body, felt his carotid. “Confirmed.” Then, she bolted toward the small table by the window, the glow of a laptop catching her eye. “Oh, no. This is bad.”
“Ah, fuck, no,” Hawk bit out as he stared down at the computer screen.
3
THE PACT
Hawk shut the door to the hotel room, cleared the bathroom, then shoved his Glock in the back of his pants.
“What’d you find?” Cooper asked.
“Laptop with a split screen. He’s got two surveillance cams aimed at two backpacks.” Hawk sat at the small table, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “C’mon, baby, talk to me.”
“Like, abandoned backpacks?” Cooper bit out.
“Yeah,” Addison murmured.
“Fuck.Fuck,” Cooper muttered. “He upped his game.”
“Cooper, I’m coming outside,” Addison said. “We gotta find those backpacks before they detonate.”
“Give me another minute,” Hawk said. “I might be able to defuse them from here.”
“If the shooter learned how to build and detonate a bomb, ouronlychance of saving everyone is to find the bags and get them the hell outta there,” Addison said.
