Garrett’s chest tightened. “For Avery.”
The two men shared a solemn look before Garrett laid in the middle of the room and closed his eyes. Positioned on his back, he had his head tilted away from the door, his arms flung to the side as if he’d simply collapsed into an unconscious state.
Brett positioned himself so he’d be hidden behind the door when it opened, and Danny drew in two long breaths before pounding his fist against the metal and yelling for help.
“Help! Somebody, please help!” The young man sounded surprisingly convincing. “Please! Something’s wrong! He won’t wake up! Please!”
Danny continued pounding and screaming as if his life depended on it. Which it did.
“Come on, man. He’s hurt!” Danny tried again. “If he dies, you won’t get jack shit!”
Someone yelled at him to shut up seconds before the sound of keys against the lock reached their ears.
“Someone’s coming!” Danny whispered.
Garrett’s heart thumped against his ribs. If this backfired, they may all end up dead. And Avery would be left to a fate he didn’t even want to imagine.
“What’s the problem?” One of the HTs stood in the doorway.
“It’s him.” Danny told the man. “H-he…passed out. I think he has a brain bleed or something from when one of your guys hit him. He needs medical attention, man. And fast. Otherwise, he’s going to die, and then you guys will be ass out on a million smackers.”
Easy, Danny. Don’t make it seem too obvious.
“Seriously, man. You have to help him. I tried, but…I don’t know. Maybe you can get him to wake up or something.”
With a low curse, the man ordered Danny, “You. Go stand over there. And if you make any sudden moves, I’ll shoot you.”
“Yes, sir. Don’t want to cause any trouble.” Garrett could hear him shuffling to the other side of the room.
Though his eyes were closed, he sensed the HT moving closer, and it took every ounce of training Garrett had to wait for Brett to make his move.
Three…two…
A strangled gasp filled Garrett’s ears, and when the door closed shut, he knew it was time.
With his eyes flying open, he turned his body in one swift motion, attacking with his full strength.
Brett was hanging off of the guy’s back, his arms wrapped around the HTs neck in an impressive chokehold. Danny stood by the closed door in case anyone else decided to enter, and Garrett went for the HTs gun.
The M13 was strapped across the man’s chest. Using a move he’d learned years before, Garrett grabbed the weapon with both hands, pulled the automatic rifle until the straps grew taut, and rammed the side of the gun into the asshole’s face.
The crunch of bones was satisfying as fuck. So was the blood pooling behind the man’s mask.
From the man’s low moan and half-opened eyes, Garrett could tell he was close to passing out. Instead of waiting, he decided to help the guy out.
With expert hands, he unclipped the weapon from the strap, flipped it around, and slammed the butt of his gun against the man’s temple.
See how you fuckers like that, bitch!
Giving Brett a nod, Garrett waited for the other man to let the HT drop to the ground before dropping to a knee, positioning his arms around the bastard’s head just so, and giving it one fatal twist to the right.
The HTs neck snapped, killing the man instantly.
“Holy balls.” Danny’s jaw dropped. “That…was…awesome!”
“Yeah well, let’s not start celebrating just yet.” Garrett huffed out a loud exhale. “We still have to find the girls and find a way out of here.”
“Guess you were telling the truth.” Brett looked back at him with an unreadable expression. “About your job, I mean.”