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“Neither do they,” David pointed out. “And they won’t hesitate to shoot first.”

I picked up the other handgun and checked the magazine, taking a couple more as well. “I’ve informed the FBI. I have no idea if they’re going to help. I wasn’t on the phone long after they told me to stand down and I told them to fuck off.”

David chuckled, and Jude said, “Damn.”

“That plan in Montana is looking like a well-oiled machine at this point, right, Daniel?” I was referencing our wild helicopter ride and improvised attempt to get Emma back from her deranged drug lord of a father.

Jude confirmed. “He said yes,” Jude confirmed.

My phone buzzed, the number for the field office appearing. I slid the call on. “If you’re calling to tell me to stand down again—”

“Teams will be there in ten minutes,” Bordeaux said.

I glanced at David. “Someone will be waiting here to receive you. His name is David. He’ll direct you.”

“Noted.”

David’s face went rigid with anger as I ended the call. “I’m not staying here.”

“Ten minutes. Please.”

Jude spoke in our ears. “David, I’ve got him with this one. Stay there and wait for the FBI.”

He didn’t look happy about it, but he leaned down into the truck and handed me a suppressor. “Try not to die.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Turning to the end of the alley, I took a deep breath. “Talk to me, Jude.”

“Easiest entrance is on the east side. Down the alley. The hallway is small there, not a lot of room for traffic.”

“What kind of security are we thinking?” I screwed the silencer onto the barrel of the gun, my mind sinking into a cool place of calm. “I was told it shouldn’t be too bad.”

“I think it’ll be worse on the inside.”

Plastering myself against the wall, I glanced around the corner toward the alley Jude mentioned. The building itself was nondescript. Walking past it, you’d never know it was anything other than an office building or an abandoned structure. A few cars were parked in the alley, including one I recognized. I saw the entrance door, with a camera above it.

I needed to move fast.

Turning, I swung my arm up and around the corner, taking out the camera. My body moved on instinct, running into the alley and evaluating the lock. Code lock. I skidded to a stop and shot through it, kicking in the door. The guy standing inside barely had time to react. As I slammed the gun into his temple, he dropped like a rock. I took his gun, released the magazine, and tossed the body into the alley behind one of the cars.

The hallway was small, like Jude said, no one else in sight. “I’m in,” I said. “I took out one of the cameras, so I don’t have long.”

“I only have the plans the city had on file. I don’t know any modifications they made. So I can guide you, but you won’t be completely informed.”

“It’s fine.” I yanked the belt out of the guy’s pants and secured his wrists quickly. “Let’s just hope there’s not a cluster of them.”

Footsteps came toward me, running. Two sets. Someone slammed around the corner, and I fired, taking down the first one. The second, I shot in the knee, hitting him in the head too. I kept one of their guns and ditched the other one.

“Three down.”

I glanced around the corner, and it was clear, looking like a normal building so far.

“The FBI is on-site,” David said, voice crackling in my ear. “We’ll follow you ASAP.”

“Okay,” I said.

But I wasn’t stopping. Rayne needed me, and absolutely nothing was going to stand in my way.

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