Page 56 of Nightstalker

“Fuck you, Zane, you and your boys traipse around like you are God damn Rambo’s, thinking you are above the law and chain of command. Someone needs to knock you down a few pegs, son.”

Oh hell, this asshole did not know when to keep his mouth shut.

“Did this mother fucker just call me son? I take it back; you will not live your life knowing the threat. I will simply end you.”

The secured line rang and Eric hit the button to connect the call.

“Be advised Warren is in the room.” Eric called out before Garrett could speak.

“Then remove him now.”

Leo walked to the door scanning his badge to open the door, two secret service agents stood at the door awaiting orders.

“Please take Mr. Warren to the basement. Call in my personal security to sit on him until Blue team arrives. They will be en route within minutes they will handle him from there. Duct tape this assholes mouth if he gives you any trouble, he is to be treated as a traitor.” The President’s voice was as harsh as his words.

The agents showed no emotion as they flanked Warren, grabbing him by his upper arms to escort him to the basement.

“Room’s clear.”

“ViCom one, this is drone footage from ten minutes ago. Banning has been spotted at a known Sonreír location.”

“Wheels up in ten,” the President bellowed.

Chapter Twenty Three

Lincoln

“You’ll be dead, Ghost, your threats are so meaningless I couldn’t care less.”

Now that was some false bravado right there.

“So, Banning, how much did they offer you to sell out your country? Your President? Remember him, the man you swore your allegiance to?”

Panic moved over his face. Ah, this was personal. Nothing to do with money. Good to know. I recalled every detail I knew about his life, a wife and three young children. Good, church going family. On the outside anyway. Who the hell knows what goes on behind closed doors? I used to respect this man. This was the last man I thought I would see working with a scum bag. Now we needed to see just how far he was willing to take this.

“Just tell them what they want to know. There is no need to drag this out any further.”

“Go fuck yourself!”

Panic, not anger. He needed me to talk. Sonreír had something over him. What would make a man sell out his own country? Family. The love of a good woman and children. Shit.

“Ghost, the game is over. You’ve lost. Now make it easier on yourself and tell them what they want to know.”

He was practically begging me. Yeah they had his family. A man that is any man at all would not beg for his own life, but he would beg for his children.

I was going to have to let this man’s family die. Cold? Yes. Heartless? Maybe. I would not, however, sell out my country to save this sniveling man’s anything. Shit luck on his part really.

“I would rather die a thousand deaths then sell out. I will take everything I know to my grave. You should be trying to figure out how to save yourself and the lives of your family rather than worrying how painful my death will be. You see, you are useless now. Bringing you here to sit in front of me was simply a show of power. Sonreír wants me to see how far his reach is. That he can kidnap the deputy director’s family, manipulate that man into turning against his allegiances, all so he can kill you right in front of me.”

The deputy director paled, his grave situation hitting him like a Mack truck. I did feel sorry for the man, one human to another.

“Bravo, Bravo!” Sonreír, the man himself, sauntered into the room. “I knew you were smart, very worthy. I knew I would not have to explain to you my reasons for playing with this little piss ant. He was no match for me, boring really. So stupid he continued to play along even after his family was disposed of. Stupid man, never even tried to verify if they were still alive. Tsk, tsk.”

The deputy director was about to crumble. Perfect, I needed a diversion. As if on my command the deputy director threw the chair at Sonreír, who easily moved out of the way. Before it hit him, the two guards in the room lunged towards Banning, giving me the shot I needed at Sonreír.

The splintered pieces of the broken chair lay within my reach. Grabbing a piece of the broken leg I used all of my weight and swung the leg like a bat, hitting Sonreír in the side of the head. A blow strong enough to knock him out, but not kill him. Perfect. I had some of my own brand of torture to inflict before I killed this mother fucker. The two guards dismissed Banning and turned their attention to me. Pulling Sonreír’s side arm from his holster I took my first shot and watched guard number one’s head explode. Brain matter and blood sprayed all over Banning as the guard’s body crumpled. Guard number two had pulled the deputy director’s body in front of him as a shield. As if that would stop me. I could give two shits about that asshole right now.

“Don’t move or I will blow his head off,” guard number two shouted.