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Ryker trained his weapon behind the last obstacle in their path before breaching the doors. “Clear.”
“We don’t know what’s on the other side of those doors,” Cane said. “Just where our rigs are. Be quick and be smart. Find cover, then assess.”
“Copy,” they each said in unison.
“I have aerial,” Killion said. “You have four vehicles lined up blocking yours in – count twelve, maybe thirteen agents.”
“We’ll grab him and get back to Watermark so we can figure out what the hell happened here and why he has a target on his back,” Cane informed before asking. “You got a path for us to get to Wit?”
“Affirmative. They’re walking him north to the second rig, and…” Killion paused. “Shit.”
“What is it?” Cane asked. “What’s happening, brother?”
“We have incoming. They’re cresting the berm across the parking lot and flanking both sides,” Killion informed. “You’re boxed in.”
“Friendlies? Anyone we know?” Cane asked as gunfire rang out. “Never mind. That answered my question.”
“Can’t get a positive ID just yet, but they’re firing on those agents who have Wit.”
“Shit. Where is he?” Ryker asked over the comms.
“They moved him to the front vehicle,” Killion said. “Driver didn’t make it around the rig. He’s down. Wit is still sheltering in place along the side of the first rig, covered by the back of one of ours.”
“We need to get out there,” Rip said as the team took to the floor to avoid stray bullets penetrating the building.
“And shoot at who?” Cane asked.
“Give me a minute. I’m getting hits on facial rec,” Killion said. “Holy shit… you aren’t going to believe this.”
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“Dammit, believe what?”Cane seethed.
“They’re moving in and covering you. You’ve got friendlies,” Killion said just as the door propped open and a hand came into view, motioning for the Keepers to move. “At least I think they’re friendly this time.”
“This time?” Cane said as he captured a glimpse of who that hand belonged to. “I’ll be damned. Let’s move. Wit still on that first rig?”
“Yeah, and probably pissing his pants. I don’t see a weapon,” Killion reported.
“They took his guns. All of them,” Rip said. “He’s a sitting fucking duck out there.”
Heavy fire filled the air, holding the team back as they attempted to exit despite the assist from this newly on-scene regime. The Keepers hunkered down once more to avoid the heavy fire.
“You have company from the south. Black SUV coming in hot,” Killion stated. “Driving right through the middle of that shit.”
Ronan shook his head. “What team are they on? Having trouble keeping track here.”
“They just pulled up alongside the first rig. I’m losing visual. Dammit. I’ve gone dark over here. They got him. They have Wit, and they’re jamming my drones,” Killion growled. “How the hell did they know we had them up?”
“Body cams still running?” Coy asked.
“Cams are down. Don’t go running out into the middle of that shit show. You wouldn’t get anything anyway. No plates or facials before I lost visuals. We’re dealing with pros,” Killion confirmed.
“Pros who know our shit,” Rip said. “Interesting.”
As the gunfire died down, someone pounded on the door. “O’Reilly.”
Rip shared a bewildered look with the rest of the team. “What the hell?”
