Page 64 of Wrecked

Rebel had felt the eye give a satisfying pop. If it didn’t come completely out of the socket, then the fucker would at least be blind.

Several more men converged into the room along with Doctor Clifford.

Rebel knew what that meant and he screamed and fought like a wild thing until the doctor administered the sedative.

“I’ll kill you all. Every single one of you,” he vowed as darkness closed over him.

Roughly an hour later, the teams of Genesis and Erebus converged on Jimmy Lincoln’s home.

It was daylight. And even though they preferred to work in the dark, they could do just as well and even better in the light of day. Yet, under the cover of darkness, jobs did come out much cleaner.

Crow went over the same wall he’d taken Angel and Rebel over. He snipped through the patched-up job they’d done on the barbed wire and leaped up to the edge. He checked the path below before dipping over the side.

When he landed, the impact sent pain jarring into his arm, but he shook it off.

He had been wounded much worse than the little scratch on his arm. Now, if he could get his head to stop aching and the nausea to subside, he’d be golden.

Wrath and Rogue moved, each right after the other over the wall, landing lightly.

“We’ll take the East side,” Wrath said and moved off with Rogue to disappear down the far side of the mansion.

Stone had stayed with the fully equipped SUV he’d driven down from Santa Barbara. It was parked a bit down the road.

Rip was on Crow’s six as he moved down the cobblestone pathway toward the back of the house.

And Winter? Who the fuck knew? Crow sure didn’t. When the SUV had parked, Winter told them that the cleaners found a silver bracelet.

“That’s Rebel’s,” Crow had said.

“It had a tracker in it,” Winter said. “That’s how they found your hotel.”

Well, fuck. Crow grimaced.

Winter disappeared out of the SUV, moving as quickly as liquid silver. The assassin blended like vapor into nearby foliage and was gone. Even in the light of day, Crow doubted anyone would see the assassin coming.

Crow stepped over a dead body and figured Winter had come this way.

Rip tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to an open door at the rear of the house. Crow quickened his pace and slipped through the open doorway.

Someone had cleared the entryway, probably Winter, and left three dead bodies. It made getting inside much easier.

Several minutes went by as Crow and Rip cleared the rooms adjacent to the entryway.

“All perps on the West side, bottom floor, have been neutralized,” Winter said via comms.

“We’ve almost got the East side cleared,” Wrath said.

“Copy,” Crow said, pressing the earpiece.

He went straight for the stairs and took them upward two at a time until he reached the second level.

Both he and Rip started checking rooms one by one. And after they cleared the second floor and the top floor, one thing was very apparent, the fucking place was empty.

“What the fuck happened?”

Stone grunted when Real growled the words over the phone.

“Crow killed a shit ton of Lincoln’s men, but they managed to get away with Rebel.”

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