Rome, Tanner, and I grab our weapons and get ready. This isn’t the first time we’ve landed on a boat in the middle of the ocean, but last time was a bitch. We all added a few more scars to our collection after that mission.
“Let’s do this.”
“Uh ... they got eyes on us now. I’m gonna clear the deck.”
Loud percussion from the machine guns punches through the noise of rotors.
“Got a few, but they’re swarming like ants.”
Another round of fire.
“Clear for landing.” Concord pitches his voice like a woman as the helipad comes into view. “Please don’t bump your head when you disembark the aircraft.”
Gotta love those rich fucks who think they need helipads everywhere.
“Go! Go! Go!” Rome yells, and we’re all out of the helicopter except Leo, who stays with the bird to shoot anyone who tries to fuck with our exfil plans.
Guys in black polos and khaki pants like the ones who overran the beach come toward us.
My leg screams with pain, and I use it to fuel every step.
We clear the deck.
It’s time to find her.
Chapter 39
Kat
Vander leads me out into the hallway. I’m dreading this photo session of his, and searching everywhere for some kind of weapon.
A small fire extinguisher is mounted to the wall just ahead of us, and my brain works through whether I could grab it quick enough to bash him over the head before he noticed.
That’s when the onslaught comes. The yelling and screaming from above us can’t drown out the gunfire. It sounds like the boat has morphed into a video game.
Instinctively, I hit the deck.Please, God. Please be Dane.
Clearly, Vander’s experience in life is different from mine because he draws the gun on his hip. “No fucking way—”
He reaches down and wraps a hand around my upper arm, yanking me to my feet and dragging me behind him as he moves down the hall, my heart hammering in my chest.
The fire extinguisher is right there. It’s small, about the size of a two-liter bottle, but it’s something.
With a prayer on my lips, I pretend to stumble, throwing myself toward the wall and wrapping my hands around the red metal as I catch my fall. The bracket breaks and suddenly I’m not pretending anymore when I trip forward, going to my knees. The canister lands beneath me with a thud.
“What the fuck?”
Vander swings around as I wrap both hands around the cold metal and swing for his crotch. He’s too confused by what the hell I could possibly be doing to react before the fire extinguisher connects with his balls.
Vander goes down. Hard. His gun skids down the wooden floor of the hallway back in the direction of the room we came from. I pop up and scramble after it.
With one hand on his nuts, Vander flails with the other, reaching for my newly bandaged ankle.
“You littlebitch!”
I kick off his grip, falling forward as I go flying again. My hand lands on the gun, and I wrap my fingers around it. I roll over and sit up to point it at his head.
“Back. Off,” I say through gritted teeth.