Page 247 of Affair
Oh, well, they had news for him.
They didn’t work for Von, and he had far more problems than that man being on his ass. The Hunters were now too.
When they got him tied to a chair, using the zip ties Jagger pulled from his pockets, he began crying.
What a pussy.
Jesus.
Maura pulled off her mask, and she stared into his face.
It caught him off-guard to see a woman there. With all her gear on, and body armor, it hid her figure, and made her look like the average sized man.
“Who are you?” he asked her.
Only, she didn’t get to say shit.
Why?
Zayn interrupted, and he’d only do that in case of an emergency.
“Major, we have company,” he said, coming into the building and closing the door behind him. “We have a boat at ten o’clock, and coming in fast. We were right. We weren’t the only ones looking for Clint.”
Well, shit.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, someone outside opened fire on the building. They were peppering the whole place with bullets.
That sucked for them.
When Maura turned, she saw Clint trying to fall over on the chair to get low, and because they needed to question him, she moved, kicking him over.
When she turned, her luck had run out.
That’s when she was hit in the chest with a bullet.
She.
Went.
Down.
From where he was, Jagger saw his wife go down, and he immediately pulled her toward him, and put his whole body over her to protect her from any more fire.
That’s when he felt the burn to his arm as he was shot, but he kept his torso over his pregnant wife as hell broke loose around them.
The whole team stayed as close to the floor as possible to not get shot.
Oh, and it wasn’t easy.
The wood on this cabin was thin, and it wasn’t holding up to it. In fact, it was blowing apart with each hit, and at some point, they’d have no cover whatsoever.
Jesus.
They needed a plan.
Fast.
If they didn’t get one, there was no doubt this mission ended here.
