Page 91 of The Ranger
“Beats me.”I lift my rifle and can almost hear an invisible clock ticking.“Let’s go.We’re running out of time.And if Josh asks officially, we didn’t see them.”
“Didn’t see anything,” he whispers.“Blind as a bat.”
I shoot him a grin.
“Two minutes,” Ryder says in our ears.
We don’t reply, now moving swiftly along the side of the building.
I stop when I see Chen’s vehicle parked inside the large warehouse.There’s fuck all inside except for a few rows of shelving and forty or fifty boxes.The place looks like it’s being emptied out.God knows what else they’ve been up to.
Several men are standing near the back of his car, all of them of Asian descent and armed.
One of them suddenly starts yelling, and both Liam and I flatten ourselves against the building.
“Marshals,” Liam mutters, and I nod, barely glancing at him.
When they don’t run outside, we nod at one another and slip inside, staying in the shadows as they run around like chickens with their heads cut off.Chaos erupts, and their weapons are drawn.Clearly hiding shit and trying to get away before the authorities get through their gate.
Which we just cleared for them, so what is taking so fucking long?
We should help and stop the men.
Then again, we shouldn’t be here.Fuck,national security is at hand here.I glance at Liam, about to tell him to head around the back and cut them off, when I hear a muffled scream.
Scarlett.
My feet are already moving when I hear Liam say, “I’ll cover you.”
Nothing, including my own life, matters right now.Scarlett and my baby are here.
Fuck.
I race along the wall of the warehouse with Liam at my six.Our movement gets their attention, and shots start firing.I duck and do a figure eight, darting out of the fire.
“Jesus,” Liam groans.
Pop, pop, pop.
He sends a few their way.
“Go.”He slaps my back as Scarlett lets out another scream.
Every second of my training kicks in, and I’m running, sliding and ducking behind boxes and racks while Liam follows on my tail.
I spot two doors and drop behind a shipping container.
Liam slides down beside me.“Christ.”
Panting, I stare at the two doors.Which one?
Tell me where you are, Scar.
“Hands up!Put your weapons on the ground.”The Marshals yell at the North Koreans from the warehouse entrance.
We should present ourselves, but there’s no time.Scarlett needs me, and they’d have to fucking shoot me to stop me right now.
“That includes you two behind the container.Weapons down!”a Marshal yells out.
