Page 155 of GAF Factor

The only thought I had was of Isla and how fucking much I wanted to kiss her one last time.

The back of the building exploded and the walls came crumbling down. I didn’t know who the fuck was attacking, but I took the distraction and spun, kicking Samuel in the nuts, then slammed my fist into his elbow and snatched his gun, firing twice into his gut. Chaos unfurled around me as men from OPS stormed into the building, each of them just as fucking crazy as the next.

Vince was shocked, to say the least. I turned to him, gun in hand, and watched as he realized what was happening. “IKE…”

I swiped the blood from my lip and walked toward him, the rage building inside me. “When I said I had personal shit, I meant it.”

He nodded, his eyes wide and frightened. “Okay. I believe you.”

“You were gonna put a fucking bullet in me.”

“IKE, I?—”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Vince.” I raised the gun and put a bullet right between his eyes. He fell to the ground, and that was the last time I ever looked at him.

Another explosion went off to the right, quickly followed by one at the front of the building. It was like a fucking war zone in here. I already knew IRIS was behind it. But why the hell he needed so many fucking bombs was beyond me.

I looked around for someone to kill, but…well, there wasn’t really anyone left. FNG was—I cocked my head to the side as I studied him closer. He was firing knives out of an umbrella. I must have taken too many hits to the skull.

Then I turned and watched as Fox scalped a man on the ground while singing a show tune. And Slider…if I was seeing things correctly, he was beating a man with Thumper’s bionic leg.

“It’s not quite the rescue I had planned,” Lock admitted, stepping up beside me.”

“So, you’re seeing the same thing as me.”

“Unfortunately.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God, I thought I was gonna need to be admitted to the hospital.”

“You still might need to be. Looks like you took a few hits before we could get in here.”

“How the hell did you know where I was? Better yet, how did you even know to come after me?”

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Did you really think Isla wouldn’t come to us the second you left on your self-sacrificing mission? Of course, she doesn’t know we came out here. Couldn’t have her trying to tag along. Which she would.”

I grunted in agreement.

“And Dash has a folder about an inch thick on you.”

“He does?”

He sighed heavily. “You don’t wanna know. And we almost didn’t get in here in time with all yourYou might as well just put a bullet in my head now.Seriously, what the fuck was that?”

“Uh…I didn’t want to get pummeled into the ground?”

“Well, you nearly didn’t give us enough time to save your ass.”

“I didn’t know you were here to save me,” I groused.

“Then maybe you should have come to us in the first place,” he snapped.

“Why the fuck would I go to you? I’m not part of the team.”

“Because you’ve worked with us. Fuck, it’s like pulling teeth to get anyone to fucking listen.” He grabbed my arm and stucka metal thing against it and depressed the plunger. I yelped as something thick and hard settled under my skin. “Welcome to the team.”

“What the fuck was that?”

“A tracker.” He tossed me a phone. “Call Isla and tell her you’re not dead.”

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