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“Of course,” Echo replied and then smiled.
He, Ice, and Real would take out Solomon and whoever he had for protection.
It wouldn’t be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever was.
Now all they had to do was not get dead.
Around one o’clock in the morning, they left Dave’s place.
Cash and Apollo waved them off, but there was no sign of Azrael. Echo knew the boy was wary of people other than his brother and Cash, so he didn’t really blame him. It was going to take some time to get used to all the changes after being caged for a year.
They took Real’s suburban and lent his SUV to Savage and Thane since they were from out of town and didn’t have a vehicle yet.
Grit jumped in the far back, wiggling from excitement.
“Settle down,” Ice told Grit and the dog immediately curled up in the back behind the rear seats.
“So, how are we doing this?” Real inquired when he drove up the onramp to Highway 101.
“I’m going in first,” Echo said from where he sat in the passenger seat. He checked each dagger on his belt and also the handgun he’d borrowed from Dave’s weapons room. The man had an arsenal in his house.
“And?” Real said, shooting him an annoyed glance.
“And you and I will come in about five minutes later,” Ice said. He wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but it made sense. He knew for a fact that Solomon would not want to see him there. Echo, on the other hand, Solomon coveted so that was the plan. Get Solomon distracted and then slip in and do the deed.
Arriving at the warehouse, Real parked and Echo got out and jogged to the door. Sure enough, Solomon had two men guarding the entrance.
“Probably guns for hire,” Ice said.
“That’s what I’m thinking.” Real pulled his weapon and kept it down out of sight.
If he and Real couldn’t get through the door right away, then that would hinder them helping Echo. Not that Echo needed help, but he didn’t know if Rogue or Fisher were in there yet. He pulled his phone out and stared at the screen waiting. The plan was to get a text…
Echo: No signs of Fisher or Rogue.
The buzz startled the shit out of him and he gave a sigh of relief. “Looks like Wrath and Justice did their jobs.”
“Maybe,” Real said.
Grit was growing anxious and Ice got out and opened the rear side door and the dog jumped over the back of the seat and darted out the door. He lifted his leg on the nearest bush.
“Sorry, boy.” Ice patted the dog’s head and pointed to the backseat.
Grit leaped back inside, but instead of sprawling on the seat, he once again jumped over the seat to the far back.
“Taking him in?”
“No, not at first, but he can open the door with these types of pull handles.”
“Well, that’s fucking cool,” Real huffed on a small laugh.
Echo rapped on Solomon’s door and waited. It had been tricky getting up there and he’d had to leave all his weapons with the hired thugs downstairs.
“Come in.”
Entering, he found Solomon sitting behind his desk. The room was empty. No signs of Fisher or Rogue and he hoped that they would stay away.
“What’s with the weapons check?”
