Page 76 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

“Ryan Shetland,” Z piped up, calling out who she was running next. “Former Governor. Lost three elections to his opponent before being elected last cycle. Pissed him off big time. Almost didn’t get the position at all…”

“Any chance he won last minute thanks to a kidnapping scare?” Wolfe asked.

“Uh… Let me check.” Her fingers flew over the keys. “It’s been buried. This is going to take some time, but you might be right. Guys, shift over and look through old news media outlets and see if you can find anything on Ryan Shetland and his race for Governor.”

It took about twenty minutes.

“Got it!” Z crowed. “You’re right! How the hell did you remember that? He has a daughter. She was taken from school and no one could find her. She ended up showing back up that evening and talked about a man abducting her.”

Jas turned and we locked eyes. “The senator mentioned one of his colleagues winning his election that way.”

“You don’t think?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Wolfe answered for Jas. “I think it was the Senator who took his daughter. Which means Shetland owes him.”

“I have an address. It’s outside the city.” Zinnia read it off and Wolfe gunned the engine.

“How does Shetland connect to the Copper Street Crew?” I asked.

“Not sure, but by the time you have your girl back, we’ll have answers for you,” Brando told me. “Hmmm…He was one of those tough on crime guys. I wonder…”

“Wonder what?” Wolfe asked him.

“Just a hunch, I’ll get back to you on it.”

“I’m sending you over schematics for the house. Nothing fancy, just a vacation home outside the city. Two stories. Main floor and upper. Six bedrooms, three baths. No outbuildings according to the plans,” Weaver called off.

“Thanks guys,” Wolfe told them. “We’re going dark. We’ll let you know once we have her.”

“Good luck,” they chorused.

Jas crawled into the back seat with me and we started digging through our bags. We shrugged on our bullet proof vests and began attaching anything we might need to the webbing or stuffing it in pockets.

We were going in prepared for anything. We didn’t know how many men they had holding Bailey or what kind of fire power they were rocking, but if our front door was any indication, it was enough to obliterate everything around us.

As we pulled down a long gravel drive, Wolfe cut the lights and drove through the dark. I handed his vest up to him as he slowly put it on.

Jas had his usual AK in his hands and this time we had both chosen to go with the same. We were breaching this house and bringing the hounds of hell with us. These men were going to think they stepped into a fucking nightmare.

We ditched the car further up the drive, leaving it ready to make a quick escape. The gravel crunched under our feet as we hoofed it up to the house.

“Get a visual. See if you can find Bailey first,” Wolfe whispered. “Don’t want to accidentally hit her.”

We moved together, quiet as ghosts from one window to the next, using the dark, moonless night to our advantage.

I shook my head as we went. These assholes weren’t prepared for this. The entire house was lit up like a fucking Christmas Tree. There weren’t any guards outside. That didn’t mean that they weren’t armed and able to put up a fight.

They were operating under the assumption that no one would find them, then they’d be able to just slip Bailey back as if no one would miss her. That had worked for them before, but there was a fatal flaw in their plan. Us.

“Wolfe,” Jas hissed under his breath. He made a motion with his hand and we all peeked through the window.

Bailey was sitting, tied to a chair in the dining room and Senator Michaels and Shetland were there arguing. There were eight other men lounging around, looking bored out of their minds. They were dressed up in mismatched black and looked like the discount version of a military group.

“Around the back,” I whispered. “If we hit them from behind we should be able to catch them by surprise. Get Bailey out before she’s hurt.”

Wolfe nodded and motioned for us to go around back. It was about to get interesting. We’d see what their group had in store for us and see how they stacked up against a Marine Force Recon Unit. My money was on us.

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