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Bob: Roger.
“Guy, is the compound quiet now?” I asked.
“No one has been outside for the past thirty minutes. I’d say it’s safe to come through as long as you are silent,” he answered.
Those of us in the speedboat quietly made our way up the canal and then killed the trolling motor right behind the compound. We dropped anchor and kept watch from our bellies on the floor of the boat.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
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Abby nudged me awake. I’d been laying with my mouth open, a small puddle of drool soaking into the carpet of the boat. “Wake up. SUVs are pulling up, and they aren’t Bob’s.”
I raised my head slightly and scanned the compound. Several blacked-out SUVs parked in front of the houses. Several men in suits stepped out and walked up to the houses.
“Do you think they are there to make arrests?” I asked her.
“Absolutely not. They wouldn’t be in suits. They’d be in tactical gear, with vests and everything. They’d have ambulances on site to treat the victims. Something’s very wrong.” I could barely make out the worry on her face, but the distant headlights provided just enough ambient light.
“They are being transported tonight?” A shot of adrenaline rushed through me. Go figure that they’d make a move the night that we were on orders to sit back and babysit.
“We can only assume. Let’s see what happens. I need a couple of minutes to observe before I make the call.” She pulled out her phone and dialed up Boss.
“Bob, several FBI agents just rolled up,” she whispered. She paused for a moment to listen to whatever he had to say. “No, they aren’t there to breach. They aren’t tactical,” she answered the question I didn’t hear him ask. “No, nothing else yet. Strong, take a few photos of the SUVs. Flash off,” she ordered.
“Mhmm,” she whispered into the phone again.
Another shot of adrenaline mixed with fury shot through my body as a woman was escorted out. Her hands were tied, and tape covered her mouth.
“Bob, looks like they are transporting at least one, likely more for the amount of vehicles they have. If we don’t want to lose victims, we have to call it, now. How far are you?” There was no mistaking the worried urgency in her voice, nor the way her foot silently shook back and forth behind her.
I snapped several photos as I recorded the agent manhandling the woman.
“An hour is too far,” she said, sounding slightly panicked. She was right. A lot could happen in that time. Hell, a lot could happen in five minutes.
“I really thought I was going to have you here for this.” Her leg started shaking more. She wasn’t as cool, calm, and collected as she led everyone to believe. She got nervous too; she just masked it well. Except for when she was with me.
“Okay, okay. We’ll do it. See you soon.” She paused and then added, “I don’t need your luck.”
Her eyes snapped to mine. “Looks like we’re on our own.”
“Fucking shit.” Shit was going to go from zero to one hundred real quick.
Abby reached for the radio. “Okay, change of plans. Looks like they are working on a transport and we’re going to stop them. First things first, I’m going to sneak over there and tamper with their vehicles. You guys need to get prepared. Hopefully I can buy us enough time until Bob and his team arrive, but if not, we need to be ready to go in,” she whispered.
“Roger, we’ll suit up now. Garcia, get over here. Guy, keep the drone up in the air but be prepared to hop in the car and follow any moving vehicles,” Wells directed.
“I don’t like this,” I whispered to Abby. The unease in my gut told me that something bad was going to happen. It was the same feeling I had when I followed the man upstairs—before he blew a building sky high, nearly killing me in the process.
“Neither do I, but this is our only shot at preventing a full-on confrontation that puts everyone at risk. This makes sure they can’t get away. I’m going to go fuck with their tires. Cover me, okay?” she asked, handing me the rifle with the scope.
“Didn’t we tell you Yates was the sniper?” I tried to bite back a smile. I’d rather cover my girl anyway. If I couldn’t be there right beside her, the least I could do was cover her six with the scope. There was no one I trusted more with her safety than myself.
“Don’t act like you aren’t a bad ass either. You’re going to let him cover me? What kind of caveman are you?” she asked before she put her gun and shoes on the side of the boat. She slid over the side and quietly slipped into the water. I handed both her gun and her shoes to her. She silently swam with them over her head until she made it to the compound’s property. She squeezed the water out of her shirt and tested her radio.
“Still working?” she whispered.
“We read you loud and clear. The radios are water resistant,” I whispered back.
