Page 30 of Stilettos & Whiskey
Jacob snorted. “Not a chance.” He brought his drone down to thirty feet and in a strafing run, released the stun grenades.Boom! Boom! Boom!The suspects dropped like flies. “Suspects down.”
“Copy,” Lucas replied.
I watched as Lucas ran over to the men and quickly disarmed and cuffed them. I grinned. The bad guys were in custody without a single shot being fired. No one messed with the Alpha Dogs.
“Julie, man my station while I help Lucas lock up the suspects,” Jacob instructed.
Nodding, I slid into his chair and took control of the drone. “Go.”
Jacob kissed the top of my head and left.
Hmmm. If the Evans family were so determined to kill me, why would they only send two men? I gave myself a mental head smack. Because the guys at the front gate were a diversion. I widened my search pattern.
Movement in the dry streambed behind our ranch caught my attention, and I zoomed the camera in. “Shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Devon demanded.
I pointed to the drone’s computer monitor. “We have eight heavily-armed hostiles on the south side of the ranch.”
“Lower the boom on them,” Devon commanded and relayed the information to Lucas and Jacob.
“Copy.” I brought the drone down to twenty feet and in a strafing run, released the last of the stun grenades.Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!I smiled as the bad guys fell to the ground and didn’t even twitch. “Hostiles neutralized.”
“Put the drone on hover mode and take the command console. Lucas and Jacob will need help with all those prisoners.”
My fingers flew across the keyboard. “Drone is on hover mode and I’m taking control of the command console.”
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Devon asked as he strapped on his gun belt.
“Other than a headache, I’m fine. Go.”
Devon handed me an earpiece. “You’ll need this.”
“Thanks.” I stuck it in my right ear. “Go.”
He nodded and left.
Keeping a watchful eye on the guys as they disarmed and searched the prisoners; I brought the volume up on screens five and six. The Huey’s camera showed them rapidly approaching the Evans’ compound. The shit was about to hit the fan.
Kablooey!
I jumped about a foot. Screens five and six showed nothing but billowing black smoke and flames. Oh, my, God! It was a trap! Had the assault team been killed?
Bringing the encrypted radio system online, I quickly typed in the number for Mom’s helicopter and prayed. “C’mon. C’mon. Answer.”
“We’re okay, but the Huey is a bit singed,” Mom growled.
I shuddered in relief. “Dad and the assault team?”
“They’re good. Pops dropped several stun grenades on the compound, and they triggered the booby traps before anyone could get hurt.”
Blowing out a relieved breath, I advised, “We’ve had a little excitement here too.”
“They attacked the ranch?” Mom snarled.
“They tried,” I scoffed. “We have ten men in custody.”
Grandpa cursed loudly. “Told you the whole setup stunk. They wanted to draw us away from the ranch.”
