Page 61 of Judgment Day

Chapter Eighteen

Exa

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These were some bigmotherfuckers.

Who decided she should take this side of the damn house? She’d been proud of herself up to this point. She’d made it inside the house before Scar. She’d even taken out the first group of guards and made it to the foyer before he had. She’d felt like a bitch straight out of the wild-wild west with her two guns, one a Glock, the other a tranq gun.

Her ego had been soaring when she’d made it to the stairs before him. It had totally made up for the fact that she’d lost to him in the shooting game at the fair. She’d planned to brag about this for the rest of their lives. However, once she made it upstairs, shit had gone downhill fast. The vape spray had worn off on the terrace guards.

When she made it to the terrace, one of them was already talking on his walkie to someone. Exa had fired two darts before they’d noticed her – one in each man. That only made them big bastards mad. They’d both rushed in her direction. The darts weren’t working fast enough on these big motherfuckers.

Now, instead of wanting to beat Scar, she was wondering where the hell he was. A bitch needed back up STAT. Exa had used her real weapon for the first time that night, firing two shots. She struck one in the arm. He slowed down a bit but didn’t stop coming. The other bullet grazed the biggest one.

His agile ass had moved to the side, forcing her to almost miss him. Exa continued firing as she ran backward, emptying the clip. Fifteen rounds and only one guard dropped. The larger one had blood seeping through his white shirt, yet, he kept coming for her.

She had something for his big ass. If only she could make it back to her duffle. Exa threw her empty Glock at the guard, then turned and raced toward the duffle she’d left near the door. She skidded to a halt when another guard emerged in the door way.Shit!

“Who’s this bitch?” the newcomer yelled.

Why did they always resort to calling her that? She’d bet good money Scar hadn’t been called a bitch once.Assassin discrimination. That’s what it was. Exa raised her hands and walked backward as both guards approached. The big guard from the terrace was staring to move slower. The dart was kicking in slowly. She’d have to let the guild know they needed to up the strength for larger body masses.

“How many are with you?” the larger guard yelled.

Exa didn’t say anything. She just kept walking backward. The only other door to leave through would be the terrace door. And unless she was planning to jump from the second floor, going in that direction wasn’t an option. If she could keep them from shooting her until she circled back to her duffle, that would be great.

“Exa,” Arson said over the comm. “One of the guards called for backup. So, I’ve done the same. There are five agents in the area. They can be there in thirty minutes. Two were already heading to your cabin to lay low. They may arrive sooner. Hold tight.”

Thirty minutes? She couldn’t stall these bitches for thirty minutes. If she jumped from the terrace, would she die or just break a leg? Probably both.Shit, Scar, where are you?

"How many are with you?" the guard asked again.

"With who?" Exa said, pointing at her chest. "Me?"

"Just shoot the bitch and be done with it," the terrace guard slurred.

Exa wanted to shoot the other guard with the dart gun. But doing so could cause him to put a bullet in her. She was trying to avoid that at all costs. Jumping from the terrace was starting to look like the better option.

"What happened to you?" the newcomer asked the terrace guard. "You sound drunk. Were you and Mike drinking on the job again?"

"No. That bitch shot me with something." Terrace guard nodded to the dart gun Exa was holding.

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