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Just a little longer.

CHAPTER 34

BRADYN

It only took us fifteen minutes to get through the grate leading into the compound, but it felt like lifetimes. Especially once we’d gotten confirmation that the senator’s plane landed at a private airstrip and Kennedy was among the passengers.

Something we only know because Tucker hacked into the hangar’s security cameras and pulled the footage for us. She’s close. I can feel her.

God, please let me get to her in time. I need You to guide my steps. Guide us.

Still dressed in the black wet suit I wore through the water, I keep my assault rifle at the ready as I creep forward through the grounds. I’m moving soundlessly and sticking to cover as I can, all of my brothers moving in formation behind me. Bravo walks at my side, silent but at the ready.

Echo with Elliot.

Romeo with Riley.

Tango with Tucker.

And Delta with Dylan.

We’re a team—the ten of us. And with God on our side, we’ll finish this mission and free Kennedy. “Two up ahead on the right,” Tucker whispers into the earpiece.

I see the guards up ahead, their backs toward us. Elliot takes the one on the right, and I go left. We move as one, both of us snaking our arms around the necks of the guards and squeezing, holding until their bodies go limp.

Quickly, we zip-tie their hands together, remove their weapons, and tuck them out of sight. They’ll be out for a while, hopefully waking just in time to have those zip ties swapped for cuffs. That is as long as the voicemail I left for Frank Loyotta earlier gets heard in time. Otherwise, we’re truly on our own.

Lifting my weapon again, I fall back into formation, and we sneak around the side of the building. We’re so close. Right near an entrance.

“Incoming!” I hear someone yell and plaster myself against the wall. Bravo moves with me, my entire team pressing our bodies against the wall, just out of view as the large iron gate opens and a black SUV speeds in.

The car slams to a stop, and two men get out, one of them looking absolutely furious.

“No one can do anything right, George. You know that. No one. You want a job done, you have to do it yourself.”

“Yes, boss,” he replies.

He says something else, but it’s muffled as they slip inside the house. Yet he didn’t need to say anything more for me to understand just why he’s here.Kennedy.My heart begins to pound.

“We have to move,” I whisper into the earpiece.

It’s a delicate balance, moving fast enough to get there in time but not so fast we risk bringing attention to ourselves. A full-on midday assault is enough of a risk.

We creep toward a side door, and I step back as Tucker moves to the front, placing a lock break onto the keypad. Within seconds, the light turns green, and he removes it then falls back into place behind us.

I glance back, gesturing toward the door to let them know I’m going in. Weapon at the ready, I shove against the door.

The hall is empty, so we flood it in formation, clearing every room we pass. So far, we see no guards patrolling the interior, nor house staff. Not unusual for places like this—most of the security is outside.

We’ve only made it through part of the downstairs, and there are two other floors to get through. She could be anywhere, and I get the feeling we’re running out of time.

Come on, Kennedy, where are you?

A scream tears through the house, and my heart slams against my ribs.Kennedy! I pick up speed, no longer caring if we get spotted. All that matters is getting to her.

I have to get to her.

We reach a door right before a set of stairs, and I press my ear against it.

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