lose myself with her all over again. I could kick the shit out of myself for hurting
her the way I had. I would never deprive myself of her body again.
About an hour later, Scott finally pulled the car off on a dirt road and parked us
well hidden in the trees. All six of us exited the vehicle and began to load up. After
strapping on black Kevlar vests, we equipped ourselves with as much ammunition
and as many firearms as possible. I checked every one of my guns, making sure a
bullet was in each chamber and adjusting my silencers before sliding them back
into their holsters. A knife was also in each one of my boots and one at my hip.
After checking the connection on our earpiece headsets, we were finally ready to
roll.
“Let’s go,” I said, my voice unable to hide my excitement.
It was still dark out as we silently headed through the trees, but dawn would be
approaching soon, and I wanted this to be over by the time the sun hit the house.
As we breached the perimeter of the property, we scanned the area for the ten
men patrolling the grounds. The property was wide open with the massive brick
mansion in the back. Four men were up toward the front of the house, four in the
back, and one on either side of the property. Piece of cake. On a silent nod, I gave
the order for my men to split up while Scott and I headed for the house.
In a matter of seconds, all the black walking dots dropped to the ground without
so much as a sound. Aiden and Calvin were my best snipers, and this was exactly
why. On high alert, Scott and I quickly took care of the remaining few stragglers as
we hurried through the grounds with a clean sweep. A few short minutes later, the
three of my men regrouped while the fourth watched from a distance to see into the
house and keep us covered.
“How we doin’ Aiden?” I said into my mouthpiece.
“All clear from here,” he replied.
“Good. Let’s move,” I ordered.
We circled around the house to the back entrance, slipping through the door
undetected. My senses ran amuck as I listened for footsteps and watched for
movement. Nothing. Silently making our way through the house, it didn’t take long
before a barrage of loud footsteps came running down the stairs.
Automatic rifles in hand, we rounded the corner and unloaded into the three
advancing men. The sound of gunfire breached the air while my blood rushed with
excitement as we watched Weldimer’s men tumble down the steps in a bloody
mess.
We began to make our way to the stairs when the sounds of claws against
hardwood broke the silence. Barking and snarling, five large Doberman pinchers
ran in our direction, hungry for blood. Raising our rifles, we fired into the quickly
proceeding pack, but two of the five managed to make it past the gunfire. The
biggest one in the pack had already launched himself at me, his teeth ripping into
my forearm before I had a chance to reload my gun. Pain seared into my arm while I
grabbed my pistol and put two in the big fucker’s chest. I dropped him with a loud
squeal, while Scott put the other one down.
“Kid’s held up in the master suite, last door on your right, two armed guards
left, but I don’t have a clean shot,” said Aiden through the headset.
“Got it. Heading up there now,” I replied, heading for the stairs, my men in tow.
Blood was seeping through my sleeve, but I ignored it as I clutched my rifle,
keeping it tight against my shoulder as we maneuvered over the mess of bodies on
the stairs. Once at the top, I immediately scanned the hallway for threats knowing
full well this kid’s security measures were for shit. But the sound of glass breaking
and a loud thump against the floor confirmed Aiden’s kill.
“One down,” he said as the sound of return fire from the window ensued.
Fucking idiots.
My head ran thick with anticipation as we quickly made our way to the door of
the master suite, guns at the ready. Raising my foot, I kicked the door clean off its
hinges and immediately fired at the remaining guard crouched by the window. He
dropped instantly.
Scott was already moving in on Weldimer, narrowly shooting his gun out of his
hand with a single shot. Panic washed over his pale, sweaty face, and then he did
something even more stupid. He fucking ran. I didn’t want him dead, so I grabbed
the nearest thing to me, which happened to be a small chair, and hurled it at his
back, causing him to collapse to the floor in a heap.
My men quickly circled him, the muzzles of their guns pointing directly at him
while he fucking cowered on the floor. Shaking like a leaf, he raised his hands to his
head in surrender, staring up at me with fear bleeding from his eyes. I smirked.
“Hello, Edmund,” I
