Page 46 of Exhale
“Damn right.” Jordan gave him a slow smile and waved the Sig Sauer in his hand.
“Let’s do this,” Owen breathed and released Jordan.
Pressing the device in his ear, he told Ace they were in position.
“Breach,” Ace said roughly.
He and Jordan launched at the perps firing from behind the barricade of boxes. Six in total, and Owen took out one right away. Jordan fired and hit another dead center.
The rest of the men scattered, which was making things difficult to know where they were.
Jordan leaped up the side of the boxes like he was fucking Spiderman, and Owen knew he couldn’t trust that stack of wood to support his weight, so he charged around the massive stack.
Jordan made it to the top of the wooden crates and lay flush, scanning the area below. Bullets hit the side of the wooden crate near his head, sending wood exploding. Aiming at where the rounds had come from, he fired several times.
The perp toppled from up high across the way…from what looked like metal shelving of some type.
Leaping over the side, Jordan landed below and met up with Owen. Back-to-back, they cleared the few remaining perps in their part of the area.
Jordan never lost his focus. He knew that if he did…it might make it impossible for them to make it out alive. Having Owen’s big body at his back gave him the strength to keep moving and firing.
Ace and Jacob soon joined them, and Ace signaled that the other part of this particular area was cleared—although elsewhere, gunfire still echoed through the building.
The four of them moved on and soon met up with other Pegasus agents.
As one entity, Pegasus swept through the factory like a fucking tsunami. Jordan used flash grenades, bullets, and even his knife to cleave through the enemy. There were a few Pegasus agents who preferred knives, but Jordan actually preferred any weapon that got the job done.
One thing was for sure, Danner had a shit ton of men. It wouldn’t matter, though, they were all going down.
SWAT and DEA agents had swarmed the building after the initial sweep and to an onlooker, it would look exactly like what it was—an army converging on the enemy.
“There’s the office,” Ace’s voice came quiet via the comms, and they fanned out.
The office, if you could use that term, was a large room that lay beyond framed windows. Typical warehouse factory type of office with zero reinforcements.
“We can’t shoot,” Owen said. His voice full of raw fear came low through the comms.
“We’ve got your back, brother,” Link said.
“On my go,” Ace murmured and lifted a hand.
When their boss dropped his hand, Jordan leaped alongside Owen, Jacob, and Dalton with Ace..
There was no cluster fuck, they moved like the fucking wind, and they had the perps inside either dead or on their knees in moments.
Jordan scanned the area for Danner. He’d memorized the guy’s face.
“He’s not here,” Jordan announced and turned on the closet perp. “Where’s your boss?”
“Fuck you,” the perp spat.
Owen leaped and sliced a knife across the man’s jugular. The guy’s throat opened, and he fell sideways, dead before he hit the floor.
Well, that was effective, Jordan thought, and turned on the next perp.
“Your turn,” he said. “Where’s your boss?”
The perp’s eyes went wide with fear, gazing at him first and then Owen.
