Page 25 of Bound By Fate
Prospecting gets you the dirt shit, but whatever the club needed, I’d do. Same with Micah. No question about it.
While Micah drove, I had the laptop out trying to pull up satellite images of the place we were headed. Not many images, and I wanted current ones. That was a little trickier. It meant I had to actually get connected to the satellite up in space, and they were covered with serious tech. Someone did their homework on how to conceal them.
Micah directed me when I came up to roadblocks. Funny thing was, he’d already have the answer before I even asked. That was how in sync we were.
Not to mention it was a federal crime to hack satellites, so covering my tracks was super important. I was not heading to prison any time soon or ever for that matter.
“They’re already there,” I told him, looking at the image I'd just screenshot, blowing it up a bit to see better. “Four men at the front door on the outside, and looks like bikes and cars in the lot. Nothin’ on the roof.”
“Weapons?” Micah asked, and I tried to zoom in on the men. The images became grainy the closer I got to them. This connection needed some serious help.
“Fuck. Let me try to clean it up,” I told him, and Micah being Micah led me step-by-step in the process. One thing was for sure, I learned a lot from the man.
“Yeah. All I’m seein’ is handguns right now. No heavy. Not even an AK or hell, shotgun.” This struck me as odd. We were fully loaded and had more in the back of the SUV. Rhys was right. Something was going on. I just hoped it wasn’t too late before we figured out what the fuck that was.
Every five minutes or so, I’d go in and snap a few more pictures and try to get shots of their faces. Micah could render them through his database and see if we could get any hits. The ones with the side shots, I could make a 3D of it so we could run it too.
Everything had happened so fast before, and we didn’t get the screenshots of all the men, but I knew I was looking for Jett.
He seemed to be the ringleader of this circus. The leader was always the target, then down the line from there. Tactical. Precise. It was how our team in the Marines got so many high-profile targets.
A new image popped up, and there was Jett. “Got him,” I told Micah and began to move through pulling out the frames one at a time. In doing that I watched him get off his bike and make his way into the building with three men following him along with the four men outside.
“He’s in the building. All of them are in there,” I relayed what I’d seen to Micah.
“Do they have any fear of us?” Micah asked.
“Doesn’t seem like it. Gonna have to change that.” The initial ultimatum was enough. This just added fuel to the fire.
We pulled up to the warehouse, seeing their bikes along with several men outside. I had no visual on the inside but counted nine guys, one being Jett. Swinging the SUV around, we parked on the opposite side of the lot with the bikes leading.
Cruz was the first off, and he looked to me for updates. I gave him what I had, and he nodded.
“Roof,” Micah added into the conversation.
“Huh?” I asked.
“We need to get up on the roof and get a camera down there. We need eyes in case shit goes bad. Since I couldn’t get them in beforehand, this will have to do.” Micah pulled out a spool of wire and two backpacks, tossing one to me. “Let’s head up.”
“In the images there were several vents and four skylights to this place. What are we gonna hit?” I asked him.
“We’ll know when we get up there. Give us a ten-minute head start before you go in. We’ll set it up.” Micah handed Cruz an earpiece. “We’ll talk through this.”
Cruz held the small device up, then put it in his ear. “Go,” he ordered, and Micah and I took off around to the back of the building.
There was a fire escape that was rusted and worn. Micah didn’t wait a second. He bent at the knee with his hands cupped in front of him. I stepped my foot in them and jumped up to the ladder. Reaching down, Micah grabbed my hand instantly, jumping as I pulled him up.
It was so natural for us. There wasn’t a sound as we moved up the fire escape. There were three floors, and it didn’t take long for us to get up to the top.
Micah got close. “You take that half and see if you get visual on them. I’ll do this side.”
I nodded and moved stealthily to the skylights first, staying in the shadows. There was nothing. Putting my ear to the vents, nothing there either.
Micah lifted his arm and made a fist. He had a target. Moving to him, I kept an eye on our surroundings. One never knew what would happen or who could be lurking like we were.
Micah pointed down to an old rusty exhaust fan that luckily wasn’t working. Peering down, there was a long table with chairs on both sides. Jett was looking at his watch and pacing, not exactly showing the confidence he did on our first encounter.
Getting my backpack off, Micah handed me the long spool of wire. Inside my bag I grabbed the camera and attached it to the end of the wire while Micah pulled up the feed from his laptop that he'd taken out of his backpack.
