Page 35 of Fight for You
Again, I positioned my gun at the neck, pulling the trigger, and his body stopped crawling instantly as his knees and hands gave up on him.Dead.
I removed the magazine from the last man’s gun and placed it in my pocket. Then I reached down and snatched the comm from the man’s ear, wedging it into my own. Silent. I wouldn’t compromise myself by requesting a sitrep over the comms—on account that Jordyn had spoken of my Scottish accent. Though I no longer believed I had an accent, what if they could tell? Also, what if the team used code words when checking in?
With the business end of the M4 raised, I moved through the house, my past in the military flashing before my eyes like enemy fire.
They’d come for Jordyn. After all this time, Aleksandr Chelomey had come for Jordyn.
“Primary suite, all clear” came through the comm in my ear.
I hurried up the staircase. This location proved unfavorable. A fatal funnel—with the staircase narrowing my enemy’s line of fire if I slowed down on my way up the stairs. Not to mention the advantage of shooting down at me.
I made quick work, going up the steps two at a time.
“What the heck is wrong with you idiots? Carlisle?” A female voice came from my ear, different from the one that just cleared my bedroom. “Carlisle, where’s your team? If you’re still near the kitchen go back. Heat source sighted.”
Great. The only female on the team was sitting somewhere, probably a van down the street, using a heat seeking drone over my house to provide intelligence.
The man from my bedroom slipped out into the hallway, gun trained on me.
As if startled by my presence, the man shot wild. Suppressed shots zoomed down the hall. A bullet hit the sconces above my head. Glass nicked my jaw.
I pulled the trigger, spraying the man with lead.
He rushed out of sight. Back into the bedroom.
Must be out of bullets? Or afraid to die.
I checked my magazine, my eyes narrowing in the dark. Half empty. Should I trade?—
Bullets whizzed out of the room.
Nae. The guy was just afraid.
I needed to get in, expire the threat, and return to Jordyn. In case none of the dead men downstairs was Car?—
“Carlisle? Do you copy? Okay. I’ll assume you and your team must be dead. Cool beans.” The woman sniggered. “Sending in round two.”
The woman’s flippant demeanor sent me on a rampage. I reached for my iPhone, placed it on the highest setting, then turned it off. With just one push, I’d be able to turn it on again.
I entered the room blind. I had no insight into where thescared weaponized man was hiding, but I knew that fear could leave someone paralyzed, especially when they knew the other person had confidence. A static of bullets came after me as I darted into the room.
Then a sweet sound?—
Click.
Click.
I grabbed the man’s wrist and slammed it against the wall. Once. Twice. The empty rifle fell. My knee drove into the man’s ribs. The guy dropped to his knees. I flung my fingers into the man’s eye sockets, bringing his body back in the opposite direction.
The man went still. Dead. Hands still gripping the man’s cranium, I flung his dead body sideways against the glass wall. The pane shattered, glass raining outward, and the body went with it.
I caught my breath.
A scream pierced the night sharper than a Dessert Eagle’s report.
Jordyn.
I had to get to her.
