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I was afraid she didn’t hear me—she paused for a few seconds. Only silence answered us. “Get ready, because I don’t think there’s any way to proceed without letting them know we are here. They are bound to find out in minutes when the next batch of agents exit anyways,” she finally answered.
“So we’re doing this then?” Garcia asked.
“We’re doing this,” I answered at the same time Abby did.
“Abby, I’m going to take out those last two tires. You need to stay extremely still. That will stop the vehicle safely at your current speed and keep you from getting hurt. When the tires are out and they get out to check on them, then you can knock their ass out and free the women. Got it?” Yates whispered.
“Roger,” she responded.
“You better hold on tight in case they spin out. Three, two, one…” I heard the silenced round and the loud hissing of the tire.
“You okay, Abby?” I asked as the vehicle swerved a little.
“Roger. Yates, get the other one,” she whispered urgently as the vehicle kept moving.
“Three, two, one…” The silenced round fired off and made impact with the last tire. The vehicle squealed further from the houses, creating some distance between us and her.
The SUV’s door was thrown open, and the driver stepped out. He bent to inspect the tires, and Abby reached out, covering his mouth. Her leg kicked out and tripped him. He fell backward, hitting his head hard on the ground. She checked for a pulse but remained under the car.
“What’s going on?” the other suit asked as he stepped out. Abby swung her leg out again, tripping him before he could bend to check out the tire. He tried to catch himself. Abby rolled out from under the vehicle, wrapped her arm around his neck, and put him in a chokehold. Her legs were wrapped around his, and her other hand was placed over his nose and mouth. He tried to fight her, but he burned through his oxygen and sagged against her.
“They’re both out. I’m going to free the women and cuff the agents in the vehicle,” she whispered.
“Roger.” I felt a surge of pride in her. I knew she was capable, but it was something to see her in action. She was quick and so sure of her movements. It was as if it was a well-choreographed scene for a movie and not real life.
She freed the women from their cuffs, and they took off down the road. They ran in the direction of the canal’s exit. In minutes, they’d be able to see the yacht and get help from Jasmine and Christine.
Abby grunted as she lifted the men from under their arms and shifted them into the SUV. She cuffed them to the grab bars and turned off the vehicle. The latch engaged, and she tossed the keys into the bushes near her.
She ducked behind the cover of the vehicle. I let out a sigh of relief. Phase one was complete. Now we had to hope it was like shooting fishing in a barrel.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
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“All right, everyone, in positions. Jasmine, send a text to Bob. Tell him we have no choice but to breach,” I ordered.
“On it.”
“I’m coming around the back. Let’s revert to the plan,” Abby suggested.
“Roger,” we all answered in hushed unison.
The team slipped off the boat and into the water behind me. They joined me on the grass, all of us soaking wet.
“Team one, furthest house to the left. Team two, center house. Team three, furthest house to the right. Team four takes the front yard, making sure no one comes running out the front. Any last questions?” Abby asked after she reached us.
No one uttered a word. Her eyes met mine in the darkness. There were so many things I wanted to say, but I wouldn’t—not with an audience.
Her eyes skimmed the group. “Keep your head in the game. Remember, don’t shoot to kill. Rubber rounds only,” she warned.
We all nodded. Abby quietly spun and led the way across the back lawn, using the cover of darkness to keep her hidden. Her handgun was out and at the ready. Her rifle was strapped to her back. She was the only one authorized to use deadly force. Everyone else was only allowed to as a last resort. We’d make do with rubber rounds unless we were about to get shot ourselves.
She tiptoed up to the back door of the center house. We were team two. Guy started making his way around to the front yard where he’d down any suspects trying to escape. “Ready and in the prone,” he whispered into the radio.
Abby stuck her thumb up in the air. Outside of house one, Wells had his thumb up, and Jake was standing to his right, ready to clear the first room as soon as the door was open. Outside of house three, Garcia was kneeling in front of the door, much like Abby was, and he had his thumb up, with Mendez there ready to charge in and clear the room.
“Breach,” Abby whispered the order into the radio. Abby lowered her thumb, and she tested the doorknob; it was unlocked.
