Page 26 of Bound By Fate
We didn’t need much to make shit work, that was for damn sure.
Micah’s hand motioned down, giving me the go-ahead to start pushing the wire down through the fan. It was the width of a writing pen, and the small camera was the same.
The fan began to spin, not with power to it, but with the wind. I pulled back as the men below us looked up to see what the hell was going on.Fuck.
“Now,” Micah called, and Cruz must’ve heard.
In perfect timing, Cruz, GT, Cooper, Rhys and Deke came into the room, diverting the men’s attention away from the fan.
Knowing better than to stick my hand in it, I looked around the roof only seeing rocks. Inside my backpack, though, was an ink pen, and I quietly jammed it in the fan to stop the oscillating.
The loud voices beneath us caught my attention as I fished the camera down.
Micah handed me a pair of headphones. “What the fuck?”
“The camera has a microphone,” he said quietly.
No shit. Well hell. I put the headphones on and listened.
“What the fuck do you have runnin’ in my territory?” Cruz asked angrily, which wasn’t a surprise. He was pissed he had to come here in the first place. Even more pissed these men were stepping on Ravage’s stock.
“Come sit,” Jett said, moving around the table to sit in the center chair.
Cruz’s brow quirked, and Cooper chuckled. “You don’t seem to know how this shit works.” Cruz put his knuckles on the table and leaned into Jett. “You give me information, and you live. You don’t… Then we got problems.”
Jett held up his hands. “It seems we got off to a bad start.”
“Ya think?” Cooper asked beside Cruz.
“Don’t like people comin’ unannounced to my place,” Jett barked back.
“Don’t like bein’ summoned,” Cruz bit back. “Now where are you gettin’ the guns?”
“You think I’m tellin’ you that?” Jett smiled and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it. “I wanna know why you’re in our business.”
Cruz stood and crossed his arms over his chest. “You got your wires crossed, man. This is Ravage territory. Sumner, Rebellion, and everything in between. You are in between.”
Jett tapped his finger on his chin, and that was when I saw it. Out of the corner of my eye. Lying flat on a floating heater was a sharpshooter. His focus on Cruz.
“Micah.” I pointed to what I saw and pulled out my gun. He needed to be taken out now.
“Trap. Shoot,” Micah said into the earpiece, and all hell broke loose.
Two shots and the sniper was dead. One to get through the fan, the other hitting him between the eyes. His gun fell to the ground, then his body followed.
Shots went off all over the room as I looked at the screen Micah was holding. Then more shots came from outside.
“Fuck. Them or us?” I asked him.
“Them. Looks like Cooper got a graze, but Jett and his men are down. By the sound from below it’s the same.”
“What the fuck?” I asked Micah. “That was too easy. Way too fuckin’ easy.”
There was still something here that we weren’t getting.
“Do you think…?” Micah asked, and I knew what he was thinking.
“Get everyone out now,” I ordered, grabbing my backpack, putting the shit in it and moving to the fire escape. Micah was hot on my heels, barking our suspicions into the head piece.
