Page 41 of Hacker Revelation

“Shut the fuck up.” He raised his gun at Juan and pulled the trigger twice. It was a perfect double tap.

I glanced in Zane’s direction for a second to see his reaction. His eyes zeroed in on Weiss. Brock’s eyes were wide in surprise. John was to my back.

Neal’s voice came over the com. “That was unexpected. Time to roll, guys. Three blocks down, tonight's patrons are approaching your way.”

“How many?” I whispered into the com.

“Looks to be around fifteen.”

An audible curse came from Zane’s direction. Those weren’t bar patrons on their way to get a drink. Those were Weiss’s backup for whatever he had planned. This was a setup.

I stood up from the wooden chair. “Since you’ve eliminated the only person we care about, we’ll be on our way.” I didn’t have any issue with Weiss and his men, but when I got out of there, I would call Director Westblack and let him know where he could find the men who stole the guns.

Zane and I started to back toward the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Brock and John moving toward the back door.

“Don’t take another fuckin’ step.” When Brock and John continued back, Weiss shot his gun at the ceiling. At the moment, we had them outnumbered. Only two of his men stood with him. The odds were not in their favor.

I kept my grip on my sidearm. “Weiss, we have no beef with you.”

“I don’t give a shit about you. If you take one more step, you will look like him.” He pointed to Juan’s body. “If your wife would’ve left things alone, we wouldn’t be here now.”

Fuck. What had Kat done to piss these men off? We had shared all the evidence with each other, but nothing came to mind that would explain why she would have made them angry. When I went to ask Neal to see what he could find, the com in my ear screeched. The com frequency had been jammed.

I heard the rumble of motorcycles approach the building. Whatever was on the other side of the door would be worse if we left the three men inside alive. I didn’t wait. I raised the Glock in my hand and repeated what Weiss did earlier. Zane did the same to the man that had stood next to Weiss. They both dropped to the ground with perfect holes in their heads, and Brock took the last man down.

The device killing the com frequency had to be in one of the men’s pockets. I ran toward the bodies and started to search. Zane understood what I needed to find and joined me. The last body we searched had the device on it. I flipped the switch over, and Neal’s voice came across.

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes. Sitrep.”

Neal's voice wasn’t the next to come across the com. It was Jacob’s. “You have incoming. Ten entering the front of the bar and five at the back.”

It was going to be a bloodbath if we didn’t get backup ourselves. Zane and I positioned ourselves behind the bar. John and Brock overturned a couple tables and took cover behind them.

Director Westblack’s voice came over the com. “Antonio, you want to tell me why the fuck you are in the middle of a shootout, and I wasn’t informed about the operation before you went?”

Neal must’ve called Westblack when the com and video feeds went down. “It’s classified. We could use a little help if you have men in the area.”

I heard Westblack grumble, “Classified my ass. We are five minutes out. Try not to kill everyone. We need information.”

Before I had time to respond, the door to the bar flung open and cracked against the wall. The first man to step through the door was close to seven feet tall and dressed in leather pants and a leather jacket. The scar down the side of his face gave the man a heightened sense of menace.

A group of bikers followed him in, and the small bar became overcrowded. The scarred biker was the first to speak. “Who killed Weiss?”

“We have no issue with you. Juan was our target. Let us go, and we won’t have any more issues.” With each word I spoke, the biker leader snarled with anger.

He worked his way across the bar, throwing tables out of the way to make a path to the bar. His men followed behind them. They were so concentrated on Zane and me that they ignored Brock and John behind them. Brock and John slowly crept their way up behind the group of men.

Zane and I needed to keep the men looking our way so Brock and John could take them out one at a time from behind. “Two minutes,” Westblack echoed through my ear.

Neal’s voice came back over the com at the same time the leader put his hands on the bar. Neal said, “Someone breached your house. You guys need to get out of there and head to Antonio’s. I called the police.”

This was the play all along—to get my wife by herself and us unable to get to her. What information did Kat have? The leader had said something I didn’t catch because my head was on Kat.

“We do things differently in Wild Hounds,” one of the bikers was saying. “An eye for an eye. You”—he pointed at me—“killed three of my friends. Now you get to decide which three of yours are goi—”

His words were cut off when FBI agents swarmed the building. Within seconds, the bikers were on the floor and detained.

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