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“Bathroom clear,” Hawk added. “Exiting.”
Addison waited at the rear prepared for anyone who tried to escape out the back. She hurried around as they emerged.
“They were watching porn and relieving themselves,” Prescott murmured.
Addison shuddered.Gross. “Did you recognize them from the photos?” she whispered.
“Yes,” Hawk replied.
They made their way to the back door.
“Not locked.” Hawk slowly turned the handle.
With their weapons at the ready, they entered the dark hallway. Per their plan, they stayed together, covering each other as they headed into the first room.
Kitchen. Cleared. Empty.
Next room. A spacious work room equipped with five long tables, the bomb-making ingredients laid out like an assembly line.
They split up.
“Clear,” Addison whispered from the east end.
“Clear,” Hawk said from the west end.
“Got one,” Prescott murmured.
They hurried over to him. Addison eyed the man sleeping on the sofa. “It’s Haqazzii’s second in command.”
POP-POP.Prescott shot him twice in the head.
Someone shouted in a foreign language. A door slammed.
“Here we go,” Hawk whispered.
They continued through the building, clearing room after room. If their intel was correct, there were three men left to find, one being Haqazzii himself.
They turned the corner. Two men were armed and waiting.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
They opened fire, all three using both their weapons.
POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP.
Both terrorists dropped.
“Fuck,” Prescott bit out.
“Were you hit?” Hawk asked.
“In the armor,” his brother replied.
“Listen,” Addison said. “Haqazii’s leaving.”
Addison sprinted toward the front of the building, both men catching up to her. Before rounding the corner, she placed her back against the wall. Breathing hard, she peeked around.
Haqazzii was pulling out an automatic assault rifle from a cabinet by the front exit. She stepped into the hallway, opened fire.
