My eyes scanned over the screens now that I was close enough to make out details.
“There,” I said, pointing at the large room on display. Raised platforms dotted the room with omegas chained to them. They were naked and I could see their bodies trembling even through the shitty feed.
It was a showroom. Sick bastards.
In the center stood our target, surrounded not by guards, but five buyers. Sharp suits and cigars in hand like they were at the fucking country club. I swear, with wealth came depravity.
“Do we need more firepower?” Ronan asked.
“If it makes you feel better,” I said. “The guards had automatic rifles if you want those.”
It wouldn’t make a difference to me. I’d tear every one of them apart with my bare hands if I had to.
“Alright,” Luca said from the main computer at the desk. He’d been browsing files and extracting everything he could. “I’ve got the layout.”
“Lead the way,” Ronan replied.
We all knew that wouldn’t last. The moment things went sideways, his protective instincts would take over and we’d both be shoved behind him.
“Four wings of cells branching off one main path,” Luca said. “The far end is the showroom. We’ll need that keycard to enter, I’d assume.”
“Take out the assholes first,” I said. “All of them. Then we can get the girls out of here.”
No one deserved to be left like that.
Ronan grabbed the assault rifles off the guards, checking ammo, then tossing me one.
“Let me handle the guards in the omega wings so they don’t join you,” Luca said, attaching a silencer to his gun. “You focus on the main room.”
Ronan turned to me. “Don’t go in opening fire, there are omegas inside.”
I nodded, annoyed he thought I needed the reminder, but if it helped Ronan feel in control, fine.
Luca’s gun was already going off by the time we reached the showroom door. Ronan turned to me, card hovering just out of range.
“Guards first, then buyers. Honestly, they probably have teams of their own in there.”
“I’ll take buyers. You take guards,” I countered. “Take them out at once.”
He hesitated, then nodded.
Ronan swiped the keycard and kicked the door open with a thud.
The guards didn’t even get their weapons up before his shots tore through them, clean and precise.
I moved next, dropping the buyers around Spectre one by one. The bodies fell around him as his face drained of color. I wanted him to know he’d have no chance of running but I was going to drag this out.
“Hello, Elias,” I said, my voice rough. “We just wanted to have a little chat. And now you have a clear schedule.”
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with,” he spat as he jolted out of his shock, already reaching for his gun.
One shot to his thigh dropped him, his scream echoing in the now-silent room.
The omegas didn’t make a sound as we cleared their captors one by one. That told me everything I needed to know about this place. I hoped this didn’t traumatize them further, but it had to happen.
Men like Eli deserved to face real consequences.
I stepped closer to the trembling man and dragged my blade across his cheek.
