friends.
It didn’t help that he had been crankier than a rabid skunk after speaking with Thomas. He was angry that Thomas had told him not to come. Thomas was trying to protect him by dissolving his commitment to this mission and while he appreciated his friend’s concern, he hated that he was pushing him out on this one. Fortunately, Alaina was a phenomenally wise woman. She went up the stairs, packed his military combat clothing along with a few other needed items and then she came back down the stairs, waddling into the kitchen before dropping the bag at his feet. “You’re on your own packing your weapons,” she had said to him. When he looked inside the bag he knew what she was telling him; he heard her unspoken words loud and clear. “Get out there and help your friends,” was what her actions had said to him.
Now he was here. His adrenaline flowing hard and fast; his senses on high alert, and he was ready for whatever battle came his way. He never underestimated a man based on his size. The two headed toward him were small—five seven and five nine from what he could tell—but he knew they were skilled and deadly. He wouldn’t assume he had the advantage because of his height over their height because he knew there were times when size really didn’t matter. He surveyed their weapons. He could see them clearly through his night specs, and he realized they weren’t wearing any night vision gear themselves. He sat up in the tree, assessing the threat and waiting to see if that threat continued his way. If they did, then he would have to work fast so neither man got a shot off. His blood was pumping fast—oh yeah, he missed this.
They were indeed coming his way, but they hadn’t seen him. They didn’t even know he was there, waiting to stop them. If he could take them both alive then he would. They weren’t there to turn into something worse than Sabian. But at the same time, if it came down to their life or his, he was going to preserve his own life even if it meant taking theirs.
Mike hadn’t seen the first guy in time and he caught a fist in his face. Fortunately for him the commotion hadn’t roused any suspicion and he was able to take the bastard down—mortally wounded unfortunately. They had all agreed they would take them alive if they could—well, maybe they had mostly all agreed because Valencia had made no such promise. What he had now was a split lip and a gut full of anger. He couldn’t believe the bastard hit him. He could only guess he wanted to try his hand at a little hand to hand combat—maybe he should have just pulled the gun and shot him, but he hadn’t. For that Mike was grateful because it would have not only taken him out, but it would have alerted security and heightened their awareness of the other team members.
He pressed onward, being cautious of his surroundings and trying to make sure he didn’t get a surprise attack from another one of Sabian’s men. He was so focused on one enemy that he missed sight of a bigger threat. It wasn’t until he tripped the wire and the alarms started blaring that he realized he had just put his entire team in jeopardy. A second later he caught sight of a soldier dressed in military garb. He evaded his bullets and managed to fire off a few of his own before another one of the men on guard put a bullet in him and he went down hard. This wasn’t the outcome he foresaw for this mission. He prayed the rest of his team had better luck, because right now, lying on the ground, his gun out of reach, with one of Sabian’s men standing over him with his gun pointed at his head, Mike knew this was end game for him. His only thought now was of Zenya and the children and he prayed to whatever God there was that he would help her survive the loss.
“Lights out,” the bastard said as he eased his finger back on the trigger.
Valencia heard the alarm just before she was ready to descend into the security
It didn’t help that he had been crankier than a rabid skunk after speaking with Thomas. He was angry that Thomas had told him not to come. Thomas was trying to protect him by dissolving his commitment to this mission and while he appreciated his friend’s concern, he hated that he was pushing him out on this one. Fortunately, Alaina was a phenomenally wise woman. She went up the stairs, packed his military combat clothing along with a few other needed items and then she came back down the stairs, waddling into the kitchen before dropping the bag at his feet. “You’re on your own packing your weapons,” she had said to him. When he looked inside the bag he knew what she was telling him; he heard her unspoken words loud and clear. “Get out there and help your friends,” was what her actions had said to him.
Now he was here. His adrenaline flowing hard and fast; his senses on high alert, and he was ready for whatever battle came his way. He never underestimated a man based on his size. The two headed toward him were small—five seven and five nine from what he could tell—but he knew they were skilled and deadly. He wouldn’t assume he had the advantage because of his height over their height because he knew there were times when size really didn’t matter. He surveyed their weapons. He could see them clearly through his night specs, and he realized they weren’t wearing any night vision gear themselves. He sat up in the tree, assessing the threat and waiting to see if that threat continued his way. If they did, then he would have to work fast so neither man got a shot off. His blood was pumping fast—oh yeah, he missed this.
They were indeed coming his way, but they hadn’t seen him. They didn’t even know he was there, waiting to stop them. If he could take them both alive then he would. They weren’t there to turn into something worse than Sabian. But at the same time, if it came down to their life or his, he was going to preserve his own life even if it meant taking theirs.
Mike hadn’t seen the first guy in time and he caught a fist in his face. Fortunately for him the commotion hadn’t roused any suspicion and he was able to take the bastard down—mortally wounded unfortunately. They had all agreed they would take them alive if they could—well, maybe they had mostly all agreed because Valencia had made no such promise. What he had now was a split lip and a gut full of anger. He couldn’t believe the bastard hit him. He could only guess he wanted to try his hand at a little hand to hand combat—maybe he should have just pulled the gun and shot him, but he hadn’t. For that Mike was grateful because it would have not only taken him out, but it would have alerted security and heightened their awareness of the other team members.
He pressed onward, being cautious of his surroundings and trying to make sure he didn’t get a surprise attack from another one of Sabian’s men. He was so focused on one enemy that he missed sight of a bigger threat. It wasn’t until he tripped the wire and the alarms started blaring that he realized he had just put his entire team in jeopardy. A second later he caught sight of a soldier dressed in military garb. He evaded his bullets and managed to fire off a few of his own before another one of the men on guard put a bullet in him and he went down hard. This wasn’t the outcome he foresaw for this mission. He prayed the rest of his team had better luck, because right now, lying on the ground, his gun out of reach, with one of Sabian’s men standing over him with his gun pointed at his head, Mike knew this was end game for him. His only thought now was of Zenya and the children and he prayed to whatever God there was that he would help her survive the loss.
“Lights out,” the bastard said as he eased his finger back on the trigger.
Valencia heard the alarm just before she was ready to descend into the security
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