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She wasn’t done.

“Then, you need to breach the door, and head upstairs. Bring a vest for Remmy. You’re going to need the backup. ShotSpotter software will be detected, but if you move fast, the cops will be slow to respond. It will take them a while to figure out where the shots came from inside a building.”

Jagger shook his head.

Apparently, he was done leading this. Someone had some issues.

“You’re a control freak.”

She laughed.

“Now you know how it feels to have someone up in your operation. Honestly, I can’t help myself,” she admitted. “It’s kinda my thing.”

Oh, he was aware, but really…

He did deserve this.

“Okay, well, Zayn, you heard my wife. We’re getting out, and you’re going to have to take one really good shot through the glass without it shattering.”

He reassured them.

“I have special bullets. Don’t you worry about that. I can make it. This is my thing.”

They hoped he was right. Now was not the time to fuck around and find out.

Everything rode on the people upstairs not finding out what was going on under them.

As they all got out, their silencers already screwed into the nose of their guns, they headed toward the barber shop to do what the Major had instructed.

“Dakota, you close it down once we get it under control. When the cops come, I want it to look like no one is inside and it’s not open for business. That’s going to buy us more time,” Maura said over the com.

Jagger just rolled his eyes.

“You heard the Major,” he said.

Well, then, he had his marching orders.

“Gotcha,” he said, letting Jagger and Rogue move in front of him to be the tail guy.

The street was busy as hell, but they had to get it done as quickly as possible, or Maura was showing up to not only clean up, but ride some ass.

No doubt.

As soon as they reached the door, Jagger felt the bullet drag past his ear, into the window of the door, and straight into the man at the bottom of the stairs.

It was a clean shot, like the man had promised it would be.

And that’s when hell broke loose.

All around them.

Chapter Twelve

Airstrip

Somewhere

Outside Of New Orleans

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