Page 158 of Guarding Grace
“I’m not that small,” I argued. “Not after the surgery.”
We were almost there.
She pushed me away. “I used to think it was cute that your wedding ring fit on it.”
The second guard joined his friend in laughter as we passed.
I spun and jabbed my stun gun into the guard’s neck. After a very short burst of crackling electricity, he slumped to the ground.
Constance had gotten her guy as well and threw me a pair of zip ties.
“Two down here as well,” I said into comms. I held them down while Constance sedated each of them.
The door was unlocked, and after duct-taping their mouths, we dragged them inside and finished securing them with more zip ties.
A few seconds later, Winston’s voice came over comms. “Last two secure.”
“Jordy, update?” Lucas asked.
“No change,” he responded. “But five more went into the building on the south side before you arrived.”
“Copy. We’ve got the office along the south wall,” Lucas said. “Winston, you and Zane sweep the interior space. Terry, you and Constance take the rooms along the north wall. Execute in three, two, one, execute.”
I took the lead, and Constance followed as we hugged the wall, moving in the direction of the rooms on the plans Jordy had sent.
“No,” a woman screamed.
I froze in place for a second and listened.
“Fuck you.” The voice was heavy with an Eastern-European accent. “You want to play, do you?”
Constance tapped my shoulder and motioned that she would go right. She slid between the crap on the lower shelf.
“Contact,” Lucas whispered over comms. “Found two of the extra five.”
I crept quickly and quietly up to the corner, where I stopped and chanced a quick look.
A huge monster the size of Godzilla had Marci cornered. Two other goons looked on, laughing.
She waved a piece of wood in front of her. “Stay back.”
“Three tangos at the south rooms,” I whispered into comms. “Preparing to engage.”
“Just one more row,” Constance whispered in my earpiece.
“On the way,” Zane said.
“Go slow,” Lucas instructed. “We don’t want to miss any in the interior.”
“Roger,” Winston said.
Waiting like this was torture when Marci could be hurt any second.
“Ready,” Constance whispered. “You distract, and I’ll take him down.”
It should have been me, not tiny Constance, taking on Godzilla, but we didn’t have time to argue. I stepped out. “Hey, asshole.”
When Godzilla turned around, Constance leaped on his back and got him in a headlock. She was tiny but fearless.
