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Always thinking ahead, that was Seeley.
We each held out masks in our hands until we were close to the facility walls. That was coincidentally when a message popped up on my phone from Arty, letting us know that he’d disengaged the gate lock.
I was going to have to pay him double for the work he was pulling off on this particular job.
“Ready?” I asked, pulling on my mask, waiting for the nods from all three of them as they reached for their guns.
Seeley walked beside me, keeping a lookout as I guided us via the camera feeds on my phone, looking for us, then watching as we progressed toward the building where Myles was being held.
We moved inside, Levee taking an extra moment to close the door silently, none of us wanting to announce our presence until we were closer.
I paused at the corner, turning back to them as I tucked my gun so I could talk with my hands.
Two fingers for two guys.
Then a point to both Levee and Cato to tell them they were moving in first, since that was what Huck wanted.
They gave me a nod as I grabbed my gun once again, then I moved behind them, watching them count down, then charge.
They were nearly silent until I heard the pop-pop-pop of their guns as they took out the two guards stationed outside the unit.
I was about to charge forward when I realized I was suddenly alone.
Seeley was gone.
Which likely meant he saw or heard or thought of something because if there was someone you knew you could count on, it was Seeley.
Feeling a little uneasy, I scanned the camera feeds, but saw nothing, so I rushed forward even as Cato was lifting the garage door to the unit the guards had been protecting.
They wouldn’t protect anything again.
Their bodies were lifeless on the ground, two almost perfect head shots.
I was six or seven paces back as the door opened and the gunshots rang out.
Loud, no silencer, made louder still by all the metal and emptiness surrounding us.
Cato’s body jolted hard and fell as Levee took aim.
Tucking my phone, I rushed forward, grabbing Cato by the back of his shirt and dragging him away from the active shooting.
Red was blooming across his chest, and it was impossible to tell if it was superficial or fatal.
In front of me, Levee moved out of the doorway of the unit, leaning against it, taking fast, heaving breaths as he re-loaded his gun.
It was right then that I saw the blood pouring down the side of his neck. But he was still standing, still fighting, which made me think he was grazed.
He looked up at me, holding up two fingers, and I moved forward to flank the other side of the door, wondering what the chances were that we would be able to take out those guys without Myles getting caught in the crossfire.
Just as I was about to say fuck it, there was Seeley, walking down behind Levee with a giant-ass fire extinguisher.
He didn’t even pause in his stride as he moved past Levee and started spraying.
Levee recovered before I did, charging inside and shooting.
I followed all of a second later, finding the two guards inside completely disoriented and unable to get away as we started to shoot.
“Ow, fuck. Shoot them, not me,” Myles grumbled from his position hanging from his arms just an inch or two off the floor. “Wow, that really hurts. Jesus Christ,” he added as I tucked my gun and went toward him.
