motorcycle roared to life with Pierce on the back. The man turned and secured Pierce’s hands with a zip tie. He heard Call’s final order.
“Kill all communication.”
“Pierce I know you can hear me. I will find you. Do you understand me? I. Will. Find. You. I’ll never stop,” Hawk said with determination and pain. “Now say you believe me.”
His kidnapper shook his head. Pierce stuck his chin out in defiance. His voice was stronger than he thought it would be and he was proud of that. He looked the man in his eye and answered the man that loved him. “I believe you.”
The pain from the slap he received was nothing compared to the pain he felt at possibly never seeing Dane Aramis again.
Hawk
“Calm down!” Shot yelled.
“Don’t tell me to calm down. This is all fucked now! I told you something was coming we weren’t prepared for. Now Pierce is gone, Fox is fighting for his life and we’re here with our asses officially kicked and our goddamn mouths left hanging open.”
Call was standing over Viper and Lucky as they worked furiously to track who took Backhander. It was unnerving to be in Pierce’s headquarters without him, and the tension in the room was palpable. Lucky scanned every area of Union Station to get a usable face shot. The man had kept his head low and turned away from the cameras. Getting an identification on him was their best hope, because trying to narrow down Backhander’s enemies would take much longer.
“No cameras in the restaurant or in the alley,” Viper informed them.
“Fuck!” Hawk yelled out again.
“We’ll find him.” Shot put a reassuring palm on his shoulder to halt his pacing. Of course his second in command was staying strong, like he always did, but he knew his team member’s head was on his man as well. It was twenty-four hours later. Last they’d heard, Fox had crashed over night and was rushed in for a second surgery.
“Mrs. Valenzo is insisting on being released and denying having any information about her husband owing the Russians money,” Shade told them, emerging from one of the back rooms.
“Fuck her,” Hawk ground through clenched teeth.
“No. Wait.” Call turned around. “There was no hired gun or visions until she appeared. Maybe it’s her the Russians want. Since she’s in a federal protection database and the only one with knowledge of, and access to, Valenzo’s money. They could want Pierce to give them Mrs. Valenzo’s information and location. They just don’t know we already have her. So they sent a hitman.”
“Good. Toss her ass out there and use her as bait,” Hawk barked.
Everyone turned to face him and he looked back at them without an ounce of shame.
“That’s not going to get him back,” a scary voice answered them from the top level of the warehouse.
All heads turned fast as Hawk and Shot pointed their weapons at the shadowed figure in all black staring down at them from under a black hood.
“Jesus Christ.” Hawk whispered. “It can’t be.”
Chapter Twelve
ἈΙ
He’d stood in the Union train station in the dark and watched Omega’s plan play out beautifully. The man was still a mastermind and always two steps ahead of any adversary. He would’ve intervened for the Beastmasters but he had to know how much muscle Omega had working for him. He’d soon make his move on the man that had betrayed his order.
He’d known where the Beastmasters headquarters were long before Omega did but knew the man wouldn’t hit them there… because that’s not what he’d do. He came back to wait for the Beastmasters to rendezvous here after holing up in their safe houses for twenty-four hours. Cutting the security wires on the roof and coming in through the massive ventilation ducts left him completely undetected. Now he stared down at them from the third floor of their supposedly impenetrable headquarters. But his feud wasn’t with them. He’d fix this for them, if they could get past his
“Kill all communication.”
“Pierce I know you can hear me. I will find you. Do you understand me? I. Will. Find. You. I’ll never stop,” Hawk said with determination and pain. “Now say you believe me.”
His kidnapper shook his head. Pierce stuck his chin out in defiance. His voice was stronger than he thought it would be and he was proud of that. He looked the man in his eye and answered the man that loved him. “I believe you.”
The pain from the slap he received was nothing compared to the pain he felt at possibly never seeing Dane Aramis again.
Hawk
“Calm down!” Shot yelled.
“Don’t tell me to calm down. This is all fucked now! I told you something was coming we weren’t prepared for. Now Pierce is gone, Fox is fighting for his life and we’re here with our asses officially kicked and our goddamn mouths left hanging open.”
Call was standing over Viper and Lucky as they worked furiously to track who took Backhander. It was unnerving to be in Pierce’s headquarters without him, and the tension in the room was palpable. Lucky scanned every area of Union Station to get a usable face shot. The man had kept his head low and turned away from the cameras. Getting an identification on him was their best hope, because trying to narrow down Backhander’s enemies would take much longer.
“No cameras in the restaurant or in the alley,” Viper informed them.
“Fuck!” Hawk yelled out again.
“We’ll find him.” Shot put a reassuring palm on his shoulder to halt his pacing. Of course his second in command was staying strong, like he always did, but he knew his team member’s head was on his man as well. It was twenty-four hours later. Last they’d heard, Fox had crashed over night and was rushed in for a second surgery.
“Mrs. Valenzo is insisting on being released and denying having any information about her husband owing the Russians money,” Shade told them, emerging from one of the back rooms.
“Fuck her,” Hawk ground through clenched teeth.
“No. Wait.” Call turned around. “There was no hired gun or visions until she appeared. Maybe it’s her the Russians want. Since she’s in a federal protection database and the only one with knowledge of, and access to, Valenzo’s money. They could want Pierce to give them Mrs. Valenzo’s information and location. They just don’t know we already have her. So they sent a hitman.”
“Good. Toss her ass out there and use her as bait,” Hawk barked.
Everyone turned to face him and he looked back at them without an ounce of shame.
“That’s not going to get him back,” a scary voice answered them from the top level of the warehouse.
All heads turned fast as Hawk and Shot pointed their weapons at the shadowed figure in all black staring down at them from under a black hood.
“Jesus Christ.” Hawk whispered. “It can’t be.”
Chapter Twelve
ἈΙ
He’d stood in the Union train station in the dark and watched Omega’s plan play out beautifully. The man was still a mastermind and always two steps ahead of any adversary. He would’ve intervened for the Beastmasters but he had to know how much muscle Omega had working for him. He’d soon make his move on the man that had betrayed his order.
He’d known where the Beastmasters headquarters were long before Omega did but knew the man wouldn’t hit them there… because that’s not what he’d do. He came back to wait for the Beastmasters to rendezvous here after holing up in their safe houses for twenty-four hours. Cutting the security wires on the roof and coming in through the massive ventilation ducts left him completely undetected. Now he stared down at them from the third floor of their supposedly impenetrable headquarters. But his feud wasn’t with them. He’d fix this for them, if they could get past his
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