Page 112 of Redemption

Ryder dropped to his scope and dialed in then went back to his binoculars. “It looks like an old wood barn to me.”

“That’s what we’re seeing on the ground,” Luke agreed.

“Not very often does someone get on my shit list,” Parker said. “But when they do…”

Minutes ticked by as they waited for Brock to make the call. Grayson would create a distraction. By their count, there were two Russians left on-site. He could subdue both, and Luke and Trace would find and release the women. Ryder was the eyes in the sky. Colin could be deployed to hit the barn at a moment’s notice or feed Ryder actionable intel.

“Delta, all ears on,” Brock broke in, requiring everyone to listen, and listen good.

“Sugar’s contact just got a hold of her. They checked out their merch before they left but not all’s in the shipment.”

Ryder blinked, dumbfounded.

“Russians shorted Mayhem?” Parker regurgitated.

“Mayhem’s of that opinion, yeah.”

“Fuck,” Trace growled.

“Parker, I need locations. Now,” Brock ordered.

“They’re gonna circle ‘round, clocking in at a hundred miles an hour, if I had my guess,” Trace continued, not helping Ryder’s nerves.

“No one’s there,” Colin tossed out. “They’re going to show up, find the two leftovers, kill ‘em, take their stash—and fuck it, I don’t know—leave the girls? They’re not going to take the girls.”

“They don’t know who’s in there,” Javier said. “Mow the place down.”

“Fuck,” Ryder tried to keep his mind where it needed to be.

“Shut the fuck up,” Brock snapped. “How far away?”

“Ten, fifteen minutes but there’s no telling if they can knock a few minutes off of that. There is a lot of traffic on cell phones I’ve connected to the Russians. They’ve been tipped off.”

“Are you pulling their locations?”

“Yeah,” Parker grumbled. “Yeah, fuck. I have Mercedes coming from one direction, Harleys from another. Both are flying.”

“Goddamn it,” Brock growled.

Panic squeezed Ryder’s heart.

“Sure as shit sounds like they’re about to come to blows.” Brock’s voice steadied. “Get those girls out of there. Parker, get me a sat feed, and everyone else, gimme a position confirmation, or get your ass in place.”

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Quickly, Victoria scaled the two stories worth of chain-link and crawled to the side toward the ductwork. There was an open section near the rebar where she needed to scoot through, and now that she got closer, it might have been a tiny bit smaller than she’d thought.

Shit.

She grabbed hold of one side and pressed her feet on the other, pushing and pulling with all of her might, hoping to God the rusted pieces of metal would have some bad pieces that gave. They didn’t.

Shit, again.

Very high up, the angle gave a new perspective of their cage. She worked her way along the top edge, searching for a soft section of more pliable metal bars until she found the part not reinforced by rebar.

“We have a winner.” She spread the steel wires apart from the edge of the chain-link fence edge. “Ow, shoot.”

Victoria sucked her breath in pain as she tried to ignore the stab of the fence and began to descend the other side. The keys were freedom, and that pushed her to move faster, giving her a high. Finally, her feet touched the ground.

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