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Kodiak dropped beside him, pulling out his med kit. “She’s got a strong pulse. Superficial wounds, looks like a broken nose, bullet graze on her upper arm, and gash at the temple.”
“You hit?” Kodiak asked as he unbuckled her helmet and gently eased it off. He might have large hands, but the man was an amazing medic. Her face was pale beneath the sweat, dirt, and blood.
“No, fuckers ran off.”
“Pansies.”
In the distance, the sound of sirens echoed through the city.
Iceman turned and said, “Locals. I’ve got a call into GAT and the minister. They’re on their way.”
The woman gasped, woke up, and with terror-filled eyes, she thrashed and fought. “American military,” GQ said, trying to calm her and minimize hurting her. “We’re here to help.” His voice soothed her, and she relaxed, recognition lighting the dark brown of her eyes. “Who are you?” GQ asked.
“Nan-nan-cy. Ch-cham-chambers. DEA. Special task force out of Miami…Cortez Cartel.” She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. “Ambushed.” Tears leaked from her eyes. She lifted her arm, her grip tight as she latched on to his tact vest, her voice breaking. “My team…please. Help them.”
Ice’s cell rang and he answered, setting it on speaker. But GQ’s eyes were riveted to the makeshift patch on her shoulder, covering her official emblem. His gut clenched and his anger spiked.
“Boss, there’s a lot of dead people out here. Looks like American DEA and local support.” Skull’s tone was tight. “That’s not all,” he bit out. “They were killed by—”
“NSH,” GQ said at the same time.
The final shoe had dropped.
* * *
Volk groaned softly,his shoulders aching, pulling tight. He opened his eyes and found he was in a dim area surrounded by rock. Across from him, Zorra hung, her chin on her chest, completely naked, like him. These bastards weren’t taking any chances. Her lithe, toned body was covered with bruises. Fuckers.
He had to wonder what she’d given up, if anything. Shadowguard were trained to take a beating, but in the end, everyone broke. He could only hope she hadn’t reached her threshold.
His forearm stung and he knew what they’d injected into him. The fucking Gruber Vial, remotely controlled and filled with poison.
He was a dead man if he didn’t get it out of him. It was just a matter of time.
The sound of a door opening was followed by footsteps echoing in the chamber. A man walked around him, masked, only his dark eyes visible. Keys jingled at his belt. Ah, the key master. He took note of that. He also took note of the cattle prod in his right hand. Time for some fun and games.
“We’d like the codes to your CIA database,” he said.
Volk grinned. “I’d like to rip your head off. I guess we can’t always get what we want.”
The prod came up and slammed into his ribs, delivering more volts than he expected. He clenched his teeth. Volk was ready for the jolt. It hurt like hell, but he didn’t give the guy the satisfaction of a grunt.
The guy’s eyes narrowed. He stepped closer. Yeah, exactly what Volk wanted. “The codes,” he said, his voice menacing.
“Fuck you,” Volk said grasping the chain attached to the handcuffs around his wrists.
This time the guy aimed for his genitals, but Volk used his thigh to block, which set the guy off balance, close enough for him to wrap his legs around the guy’s neck and twist, effectively breaking the guy’s neck.
As soon as he was down, Volk lifted his legs so his knees were against his chest and curled up until he could slide his body along the beam above his head. As soon as he took the pressure off his shoulders, he grit his teeth, his muscles protesting. Pull-ups were gold.
He reached into his curls and pulled out a bobby pin, inserted it into the cuffs one after the other, springing the locks.
Now free of the chains, he slipped off the beam and hung down, letting go. He hit the floor, bending his knees. With efficient movements, he stripped the guy of everything and dressed in the pants and T-shirt, reserving the button-up shirt for Zorra. Grabbing up the keys, he walked over to Zorra and unhooked the chain, lowering her down slowly. When she hit the floor, he ran over to her and unlocked the cuffs. He slapped her face gently.
“Zorra? Come on. Wake up.”
Her eyes popped open. She smiled and said, “What took you so damn long?”
He grinned. “Traffic.”
