Page 1 of Dangerous Chaos

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“Wit Meyer, you’re under arrest,”said a man dressed in black fatigues, a flak jacket, and draped in weapon holsters as he pinned Wit to the wall, arms cuffed behind him.

It happened so fast that no one had been able to wrap their mind around what had just transpired. The Keepers had stormed a building on a tip their mark was there and instead… walked right into a trap. One they didn’t have an immediate way out of as they all were forced to their knees at gunpoint and held by operatives they didn’t recognize while Wit was being detained.

“Charged with what?” Wit hollered as he fought back.

“Capital murder,” the man in black deadpanned.

“You’re making a mistake.” Cane O’Reilly interrupted from his knees where his fingers were laced together behind his head. “You have the wrong guy.”

“No. We don’t,” the man said, looking over his shoulder at Cane and the team as he removed Wit’s obvious weapons and began to pat him down, hunting for more.

“Ooh. You gettin’ a little handsy there, brother. If this is you askin’ for a date, you’re goin’ about it all the wrong way. Plus… you aren’t my type.”

The man jabbed a fist in Wit’s side. “Shut the hell up.”

“You haven’t identified yourselves,” Coy bantered. “Who the hell are you?”

The man holding Wit turned to the group and quickly flashed a shiny platinum shield before hanging it back on his belt. “It’s in your best interest not to interfere, or we’ll hook you and take you in for obstruction and any co-conspirator charge I can tack on.”

“C’mon, man. I don’t think you know who you’re dealin’ with.” Wit chuckled. “This ain’t gonna end well for you, cowboy.”

“Wit,” Cane scolded.

“What? I don’t recognize that shield and neither do you. It doesn’t get any moreoff the booksthan us.” Wit was turned abruptly to face his arresting agent, back slammed against the wall. “You like it rough, huh?”

“Jesus, Wit,” Ronan chimed in, earning a kick to the gut from one of the men holding them at gunpoint.

“Hey!” Wit yelled, guilt rolling off his words for antagonizing their newfound enemy. “Leave them alone. You guys bounties? You here to collect our reward? Take it. It don’t need to be like this.”

“The bounty is for you,” one of the men in black seethed.

“Me? Who exactly do you think I killed?” Wit questioned.

“Wit Meyer, you are under the arrest for the brutal murders of Clyde and Meira Skriver.” The man grabbed Wit’s arm and pulled him from the wall. “Come with me.”

“Hang tight, man,” Cane yelled. “We’ll get Landry on this. You’ll be home in no time.”

The butt of a rifle met Cane’s face as the group of men in all black worked their way backward in an effort to retreat. The unidentified man led Wit from the area first and through a doorway, out of sight from the rest of the Keepers. One by one, the men disappeared through the doorway until only one was holding them at gunpoint from a distance.

“They didn’t read him his rights. They aren’t official,” Ryker said under his breath to his team. “This is bad. Are we going to just let them take him?”

“Not a chance,” Cane said. “Wait for it.”

“Wait for what, cousin?” Ronan asked. “They could be tossing him in a rig right now, ready to haul ass out of here. They leave the parking lot and our chances of retrieving Wit reduce by half.”

“Killion, you still live on comms?” Cane asked, hoping his brother was on the other end of his earpiece listening in.

“Heard it all, brother,” Killion said back for the whole team to hear. “Killed Wit’s comms since it’s been compromised. I have air support launched and running video from all your body cams through facial rec and everything else I got.”

“Damn, he’s good,” Coy said, taking to his feet after watching the final guard disappear through the doorway. “We ready to jump on this?”

“Take the lead,” Cane said, following suit. “Everyone knows their job.”

The Keepers lined up and trailed through the building carefully and methodically, each knowing what to do and how to do it should they encounter their newly made enemy. Brother’s Keeper Security – now referred to asBK Security –was a very sophisticated, high-end firm that had contracts with the wealthiest and most powerful—from celebrities and tech tycoons to political dignitaries from around the world.

Their largest contracts were with the United States government, but you wouldn’t find a record of that anywhere. They were highly sought after, but only by those who knew they existed, as they were very much off the grid when it came to publicity. They hunted terrorists, serial killers, and every kind of criminal in between – the worst the world had to offer. And it seemed the worst was just beyond the steel doors before them, holding one of their own.

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