Page 43 of Sinner's Fury

Faint voices filtered up toward me and I whispered, “I’m close.”

“Tracking your location. Let me know when you have eyes on them.”

“Copy.”

With a grunt, I squeezed further into the cramped air duct, the rough metal grating against my clothes. Finally, I spotted the grate, and smiled, quietly muttering, “Eureka.”

My fingers brushed against the soft fabric of my bag as I retrieved the surprisingly heavy comms unit and its attached micro camera, setting it down on the rusty grate. After fine-tuning the camera, I consulted my watch, the cool metal against my wrist a familiar feeling, as the video feed from the room, slightly pixelated, appeared on my small screen.

“Camera connected.”

“And we have audio,” I heard Ace say in my ear as we all listened to the conversation.

“How did you do it?” a guard asked, looking right at Lena.

“Do what? I wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

I snickered a low, knowing sound, aware that Lena, the most dangerous person present, could probably end anyone in the room within seconds.

“Just tell us, bitch,” the guard sneered, causing her to chuckle.

Rolling my eyes, I wondered if that idiot had a death wish. He kept talking to her like that, and she would eventually lose her shit.

I’d seen it happen many times.

Apparently, he had no idea who he was messing with.

Another guard growled and stepped forward as she rolled her eyes and groaned. “What’s the matter, fucknuts? You look constipated. You better not stink up this room.”

Covering my mouth, I held my laughter as I lightly shook my head.

God, I missed her smart mouth.

“Jesus Christ, is she always like that?”

“She’s worse. Don’t piss her off,” I whispered as the door opened and in walked Reed Scott. “Target on site. Operation is a go.”

“Copy that, kid. Hang tight, we’re moving to breach.”

With that, my ear comms crackled, then dead silence reigned.

I wouldn’t have contact with them again until they secured the building.

All I had to do was stay put and watch the show until the cavalry arrived.

I watched Reed Scott take a seat across from them, laying three files before him. Opening the first one, he sighed. “Lena Collins, also known as Phantom. Sister in the biker gang, Golden Skulls.”

“Not a fucking gang,” she growled.

“Father, retired Army Colonel Joseph Collins. Mother, Linda Collins, retired Pentagon attaché to Colonel Jessop. Brother, retired Captain Jason Collins, also known as Merc, now a mercenary for hire working with Harbor Security. Sister, Laura Collins, former distinguished NSA operative now deceased, and then there is Jared Collins, also known as Gadget, former member of the Golden Skulls gang and also deceased. Did I leave anyone out?”

I smirked at that as she grinned. “Yep. Got them all.”

Looking at Sypher, the fucker opened the next file.

“Daniel Franks.”

He growled. “Mom named me Danny. Not Daniel.”

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