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OLIVIA
Name:Olivia King
Date of Birth:05 Jan 1988
Siblings:Anna King
Parents:Judith and Joshua King
Occupation:Surgical Technologist
Days Missing:1,345 days
Last Known Whereabouts:Oradale General Hospital
JACKSON
His heart pounded violently in his chest as he took a steadying breath. He looked to the man opposite him, giving him a reassuring nod.
Jackson prayed he was right about this call. It was his first big decision as team leader for the FBI’s newest division, and if he was wrong about this, he’d have more to worry about than looking stupid. Lives were on the line.
“Move in,” Jackson said, making the call.
There was no backing out now.
He was in deep. All the way in.
His colleague opened the door and Jackson darted inside, weapon raised.
He heard the footsteps of his men behind him. Two seconds of normalcy before chaos erupted around them.
Gun shots echoed through the warehouse and Jackson knew in a split second the intel they’d been given was wrong. There were more than five targets in this building.
“Team B, move in!” Jackson commanded. They needed support and they needed it now.
He ran to the closest pallet, using it for cover as he tried to assess the situation. There were at least ten men on site, weapons raised and firing—and they were all in the center of the warehouse. Jackson’s team needed to encircle them.
“All targets in the center. Use pallets for cover, form a circle. Go!” Jackson instructed as he darted from one pallet to the next, his heart pounding against his chest more wildly with every second that passed. He peered around a pallet and fired, hitting the leg of the target closest to him.
The man stumbled as he howled in pain, lowering his weapon.
Jackson fired another shot and the man fell to the floor.
Jackson darted closer again, using the pallets for cover. He took note of what looked like boxes of medical equipment, but he didn’t stop to open one—he hoped there would be time for that later.
Wood chipped off the pallet, flying through the air as Jackson pressed his back flat against it, stealing a labored breath.
He was a long way from Redwater, and he felt every mile between him and the town.
But he’d taken this new role for a reason—to make a difference, so no family had to suffer like his had suffered.
And now he needed to take advantage of every minute he had in this warehouse.
He leaned around the pallet, surveying the carnage.
Four men were on the floor—none of them his own.
His eyes swept over the empty loft above them.
