Page 61 of Exhale
Through the night vision scope of his high-powered rifle, Owen tracked Jordan, Black, and Micah’s movements below.
Jordan was pure poetry in motion. The other two were highly skilled, but Jordan easily kept ahead of them. In his opinion, Jordan outshined them all.
The techie was built for the field, even if the perp had gotten the upper hand on him on that back porch last night.
Owen had broken the man’s arm, but the odd thing was that the perp never ended up in the house or in custody.
According to Micah, the guy was gone when he went into the backyard to retrieve him. Owen wasn’t sure if he believed Micah. Something was going on, and after he found Weston, he was going to sit down and talk to Jordan about his suspicions.
His scope followed Jordan and Micah as they flew over the parking lot, streaking from shadow to shadow, avoiding the lights that gave glow to the circled areas.
Just as both men slammed through the doors of the building Owen was on top of, several of Danner’s men came barreling after them.
Black spun and blocked the path with his big body. Shooting and cleaving with a knife through darkly dressed men like they were paper.
Owen knew Black could only hold out for so long. There were too many of Danner’s men.
One thing was very clear.
None of his men had found Weston.
It was another fucking dead end because he knew that they would bring back his son dead or alive.
Owen slid the rifle into his pack, slung it over his shoulder, and pulled his Hellcat pistol from his holster. When on the move, he preferred the compact weapon over his bigger Ruger.
Rushing through the propped open roof access door, he took the stairs downward three flights of the fifteen-story high building before he glanced over the railing.
Spotting Jordan and Micah racing their way upward, he breathed a sigh of relief that ended when several of Danner’s men charged into the stairwell and began firing upward.
That meant that Black had been overrun below.
He hoped the man survived.
Owen tucked his Hellcat away, unzipped his rifle, and slipped the barrel over the railing. He waited, and when the first man came running up the next flight of stairs, Owen dropped him with a bullet to the head.
Jordan and Micah were ahead of them by at least four stairwell levels. If Owen could keep the perps at bay, then the pair could safely reach him.
Neither man broke pace. They flew upward amidst gunfire.
Perps started shooting up at him as one lunged upward to the next level, opening fire simultaneously. Owen slid back out of view before once again taking aim.
He dropped that perp with another headshot.
Suddenly, the fuckers were scrambling, ducking for cover, rethinking about chasing Jordan and Micah any further.
“That way out of the building is no longer an option,” Jordan said, reaching him along with Micah.
Both young men were dressed darkly and looked more like assassins than Pegasus operatives.
A wide smile accompanied Jordan’s words, and excitement sparkled in the man’s blue eyes.
Owen groaned.
The kid was an adrenaline junky. How had he never known that?
“Aw, now don’t be pissed,” Jordan chided and took aim over the railing to fire off a couple of rounds to hold the men at bay. “We will find Weston.”
Micah moved up beside Jordan.
