Page 60 of Judgment Day

Scar fired a dart into the thigh of the guy he was holding. The man grunted and raised his hand, but it fell limp at his side. The first guard pulled the dart out of his leg as Scar approached him.

“Who the fuck...” the guard started.

“Scar, Exa needs backup!” Liam yelled.

His blood ran cold. Two shots filled the air, surprising both Scar and the guard.Exa!Scar raised his other weapon and put a bullet in the first guard.Head shot.He no longer had time to fuck around with darts. The man’s head jerked back. Scar turned away from him. He shoved his dart gun back into his holster.

He was done with that tranquilizer shit. It was time for motherfuckers to die. Almost to the door, he heard the man’s body hit the ground. He’d just stepped outside the room when he heard a faint voice behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to find the second guard holding his walkie to his mouth. Scar thought the dart had put him out. He’d thought wrong.

“Mansion compromised,” the man announced, voice low and slurred. “Mansion...”

A bullet to the head silenced him forever.

“South terrace, now, Scar!” Liam yelled. “Exa is cornered on the terrace. One of the guards from the security room is heading toward the stairs. The other is heading to the terrace where Exa is.”

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” Scar mumbled as he ran.

He snatched his duffle up from outside the room and continued toward the terrace. A shot was fired. The bullet struck the wall next to him. Scar raised his gun and got off a shot, firing in the direction the bullet had come from. The guard jumped behind the wall. Scar didn’t have time to worry about running for cover.

He dropped his duffle, then raced down the hall, firing, knowing the guy wouldn’t look from around the corner while bullets were blazing. He emptied his clip, then kept firing, wanting the man to hear the clicking tell-tell sign that he needed to reload. At the second click, the guard peered from around the corner.

Scar tossed his empty gun, grabbed the guard’s head, and slammed it into the wall. The guard fired a shot, striking the wall across from them. Still gripping the man’s hair, Scar lifted his foot and stomped on the guard’s outstretched arm, forcing his wrist to the floor, and causing the weapon to drop from his hand. A scream ripped from the guard’s throat when Scar stomped his arm again.

The man’s arm caved in a way that could only mean one thing. It was broken. A bullet zipped past Scar, grazing his arm. Gritting his teeth, he pulled the guard from the floor in time to use him as a shield as another guard came rushing his way. The newcomer continued to fire. The body Scar was holding convulsed as bullets tore through it.

Click. Click. Click.

His enemy was out of bullets. Scar pushed the guard he was holding forward, distracting the taller one who was trying to reload. Scar pulled the dart gun from his holster and put one in the taller man’s chest. The guy jerked it out and tossed it aside. Scar rushed him. They both fell backward, hitting the ground hard. Scar dropped his dart gun.

Straddling the guard, Scar raised his fist. He grimaced when he felt a pain in his side. He’d been stabbed. How did they always find the space the vest wasn’t covering when it inched up? Gritting his teeth, Scar punched the man’s arm. The knife clinked against the floor. The bastard swung at Scar with his free hand.

Leaning to the side, he dodged the blow, then punched the man’s face repeatedly, not taking a breather, not giving the bastard a chance to fight back. He was taking too fucking long to get to Exa.Fuck this. Scar leaned to the side and grabbed the knife the man had dropped. He stabbed at the man’s chest, but the guard grabbed his hand.

Scar continued pushing down. The man held on for as long as he could, but the drugs from the dart were taking effect. One hand fell away. Then the other. Scar stabbed the knife into the man’s chest and twisted.

The guard’s mouth dropped open, and he let out a sigh before his head lolled to the side. Scar stood up. A sharp ache in his side reminded him that he’d been stabbed. He could feel the blood dripping down his side. He’d worry about that later. First, he had to find Exa.

“Liam,” Scar called out as he walked down the hall and grabbed two more guns from his duffle bag.

“Now, you want to listen to me,” Liam complained.

“Sorry, Kid. I mean, Liam. I didn’t mean to tune you out. I was a little busy just now.”

“Exa needs you on the south side of the house, near the Terrace. She has two guards on her.”

Damn it.Scar took off running, ignoring the pain in his side.

“The judge is still in his bedroom. I can hear the audio, but I still can’t see anything. A guard is trying to convince the judge to stay in the room because something is wrong with the cameras, and they don’t know how many attackers are in the mansion or where they are. But the judge is arguing that he’ll be safer in the basement. If you get to Exa quickly and help her, then you two should be able to reach the judge before he makes it to the basement. Hurry.”

Scar was hurrying. But not because of the judge. Fuck judge Bailey.

Scar was hurrying to get to his woman.

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