Eyes on the prize, compadre. Focus.
I watch Jen walk a few blocks before a car picks her up. Travis is waiting for her in a crisp, pressed suit, his blonde hair slicked back. He leans forward to touch her thigh, and I have to turn my back on the screen or smash it into pieces.
I stand up, taking a few deep breaths before finally turning around again. In the reflection of the glass, I see Jen tapping her index finger against the side of her hand. She does it a few times.
You beautiful genius!
With a slow grin, I pick up a notebook and a pencil. Jen continues her Morse code message, and I write everything down.
The arms deal was happening tonight at a warehouse outside the city.
I grip my chair tighter when Travis bridges the gap between them and pulls her in for a hug. He buries his face in her neck and his hands are already tearing at her clothes. In the glass, I see her mouth something, and I squint. I hold my breath as I lean forward and concentrate on reading her lips.
By the time I write the address down, Jen is draped over Travis, a smile hovering on the edge of her lips. I am seeing white, and every inch of me just wants to grab him by the neck and throttle him.
I can’t stand seeing him with his hands all over her.
I can’t stand seeing her with anyone else, period.
I’m taking you down tonight, you bastard! If it’s the last living thing I do!
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“Intel says there are fifteen men in there, two sentries at the front and back, and two on the roof.”
I am hardly listening to the SWAT leader as I grab the bullet vest handed to me by one of my operatives. I check my gun, holstering it in a fury as I weave through the men standing ready a dozen yards outside the warehouse.
“I have five snipers aimed at the place, one at Travis Milano himself.”
“So, are we ready to bring them down? I ask.
“Waiting on your command, boss. Two teams, blue and red. Snipers ready when you need them.”
I look across the debris littering the warehouse surrounding. Enough space to hide and move in quietly. “Let’s get these bastards.”
We move quickly, single file, making sure we’re keeping low so we’re not spotted. Static crackles in my earpiece, and I try my best to ignore it as I hold my gun tight, pointed to the ground. Halfway across the field, the team splits into two, and I follow the red team as we snake towards the back door.
“Roof sentries first,” I order into my earpiece.
The bullets are barely whistles, and I don’t need to look up to know they’ve hit their mark. My only hope was the sound of the mobsters dropping on the roof didn’t alert anyone inside.
“No change inside, Agent,” came the half-static voice over the earpiece.
I watched the blue team move towards the front, waiting for their orders. “Back door,” I whisper.
I clench my teeth, watching one mobster drop, then the other. The red team leader slowly opens the door to the back, and almost immediately, the SWAT team makes its way softly up a small staircase to the hanging floor.
Firepower from above is definitely going to help.
I weave between overturned barrels and crouch a few yards behind Travis. The deal is underway, and they all very comfortable.
Didn’t think we’d find you, did you?
“We’re a go,” I whisper.
“Blue Team go, go, go!”
The sliding doors to the warehouse are thrown open, and fifteen uniformed SWAT officers race inside the warehouse.