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“C’mon,” Gannon said, helping them off the elevator before hitting a lock button inside to shut it down. “MC’s all over this floor and inside. You’re well-guarded.”
Toby Gannon was a Keeper through and through, but when he returned to civilian life, it threw him back. He didn’t conform well, didn’t fit in well anywhere but with the Keepers, and…his motorcycle club. He was the Keepers MC chapter president. He often called on his crew of societal misfits to fill in where it made more sense for them to do. They often worked undercover, offered extra muscle, or did the things that needed to be handled a little less conventionally. They all came from the same background as Gannon and the rest of the Keepers –– combat trained, elite operatives, defenders of justice –– they simply didn’t fit in anywhere else.
“You brought in the MC?” Killion said, finally holstering his weapon and keeping his family close.
“We’re spread thin, and these guys were restless,” Gannon said, following Killion inside his apartment and pointing out the two Keepers MC members on the balcony. “You know how they get when the family is threatened.”
Killion nodded. “The help is greatly appreciated. It doesn’t hurt that these guys don’t look the part or spend much time out in the open with us.”
“My thinking exactly. If the intel is accurate and we’re dealing with someone who’s been studying us a while, we need unfamiliar faces out there running shit for us.”
“Agreed,” Killion said as he made his way to his office. “The rest of the team know they’re here?”
“They do. And we’re all here for the long haul, brother,” Gannon said, slapping Killion’s back. “You all good here?”
“I’m shutting down the floor. Looks like Relay hasn’t made it back to the Lair yet.” Killion’s fingers danced across his keyboard. “Weak-ass jammers.”
“Yeah, comms are spotty. Figured that’s what it was,” Gannon shared.
“It’s odd, don’t you think? Using all this high-tech shit, then use an amateur jammer? I’ve already got them offline, and we’re back up throughout the building.”
Killion stood back, looking at the screens as they populated with security feeds from around the building, showing everyone in action.
Gannon let out a slow whistle. “Shit. We have people everywhere. Looks like they extinguished all the threats.”
Killion tapped his comms earpiece and began to speak. “Tell me what we have, Cane.”
“Stay put with Gannon and his team while we do a sweep,” Cane fired back. “You locked down?”
“Affirmative. Did it from my office.”
“Front breachers hit the pavement before the door even blew,” Cane said. “Checking it out now.”
“Sounds like we have help on the outside,” Killion said, knowing full well who it could be. “Rooftop shooter?”
“None that we can see at the moment, but if they’re there, they aren’t shooting at us, so that’s promising.” Cane chuckled.
“Atrium’s… vulnerable…” Relay panted through the comms. “I have… two breachers down… need medical.”
“Screw them,” Gannon said. “Let them sit.”
A pained moan came through as she continued to speak. “They’re dead. It’s for me.”
“Shit. How bad is it, Relay?” Killion collapsed in his chair and buried his head in his hand while the guilt of leaving her behind washed over him.
“Probably need… the surgical suite ready…” Her breaths were heavy and pained. “Sitting in a pool of my own blood here.”
“We’re coming for you, Relay,” Cane said. “They’re having trouble getting through the rubble from the explosions. “Hang tight, kid.”
“Killion, we’re sitting right above the atrium. I can grab two men and get to her faster from the stairs up here and leave you with plenty of muscle,” Gannon pleaded. “At the very least, we can stabilize her and get her ready to move.”
Killion looked at the screens and all the chaos ensuing, knowing they were on borrowed time. “Do it. You get there and stabilize her. If the team hasn’t gotten there by the time you’ve done that, you get her up to the surgical suite yourself.”
“Gan?” Relay whispered.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“I, uh… might not be awake when you get here. I think… the adrenaline is wearing off, and I’m… getting cold.” She choked, struggling to get every word out. “I’m in the northwest corner, okay? Under…” Her voice began to fade. She was losing consciousness. “The tree… house.”
