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Hoping he gets what that means, I pocket the phone as I break into a full sprint. To my surprise Laney catches up quickly, her arm injury seeming almost forgotten. The sounds of a helicopter get louder, and I know we don’t stand a chance if they make it on board.
“Gun?” I yell, holding out my arm. The sound of a clip falling and a reload greets my ears. Nessa shoves a gun in my hand while she approaches me on my other side.
“Full clip, one in the chamber,” she says.
We reach the gym and my heart sinks as the helicopter touches down.
“Ness?” a girl behind me asks.
“Take it down,” she orders her. Without question, the girl goes to a tree nearby, climbing it quickly. “She’s a sharpshooter,” Nessa informs me. “She’s better with a sniper rifle, but I’ll put money on the fact that she can take out the pilot with these 35s.”
I nod, now planning how we will get into the gym. Laney isn’t a good shot to begin with, but she could cover the door. I shoot a text to Lev.
Laney: Cover the back door.
I wait a second for him to answer, but it remains unread. I send the same thing a few more times, hoping it will get his attention.
Well, I guess we’re going in the front.
I hope to the king of hell he at least sees them before going in so we don’t end up shooting at each other.
“We’re going in. They should be holding him just to the left, after the entrance hallway right by the stairway. Nessa, cover my right.” She nods. “Laney, you cover the door out here.” She nods, although reluctantly, and I know she doesn’t trust these girls yet. Nessa’s suitemate looks to me, waiting for direction. “Cover her,” I say, pointing at the girl in the trees.
Nessa signals to the girl in the trees, letting her know we’re moving inside. One great thing about the classes here, is that we have all learned, and formed, our own language to communicate over distances with our hand gestures. A type of “mafia sign language” one might call it.
The sun is setting enough that we should be able to open and close the door without too much light spilling in. Nessa follows me as we both click off the safety. Laney opens the door just enough for us to slide in before making it close silently behind us. If we all make it out of this, I’m personally inviting all of these women to train with me. Nessa has great leadership skills and sharp focus. If her father can’t see that she’s an asset, I’ll gladly steal her away.
We move silently down the hall, listening to the voices ahead grow louder. They must have used the back entrance because there’s no blood trail of any kind for us to follow.
Maybe that’s because he’s out of blood.
My chest aches at the thought, but then I hear him. “You fuckers are so dead.”
His voice sounds weak, making me hurry along. The door at the end of the hall is all glass, allowing me to see through it before having to open it.
Alexi is lying on a mat, tied up, his suit covered in blood on one side, and the mat beneath him appears sticky with it. Two men stand arguing to the side of him with their backs turned to us.
“It has to look like she did it,” one man says in Italian. The shine of a blade catches my eye, and my jaw clenches.
How the fuck did they get one of my blades?
I keep one hidden in each of my closets, one at Laney’s, and one at the guy’s suite. If they got to the one at Laney’s, they would have found all my notes for each heist and everything I’ve communicated with my uncle.
My heart rate kicks up. “Just slit his throat and be done with it,” the other man says in German.Who are these guys?“That’s her usual style when she’s being dramatic.”
How do they know my usual style?
Nessa nudges my knee, pulling me from my thoughts. I’ll have time to analyze this all later, but right now I have to get to Alexi. Signaling to Nessa our next moves, I crack the door open when she nods in agreement. Slowly, I move around the corner. The men's backs are still to us.
The door to the stairs across from us opens, two men enter just as Nessa makes it through the door. They look directly at us, causing the men whose backs were to us to turn.
Our guns are raised to fire and theirs are still holstered. They close the door in front of them as we aim, taking down the men whose backs were to us. The door cracks open as the other men open fire on us, forcing us to move back into the hallway. Alexi shuffles himself to the side, escaping the line of fire as best he can as pain still mars his features.
Shots go off outside, and I hope like hell they’re able to take down the pilot. Two more men come out of the stairwell, and we attempt to fire back when my gun jams. I move to let Nessa have more room as I try to figure it out.
Fuck it.
I unsheath my blades, one in each hand, just as another man appears from the stairwell. I release one before he has the time to take aim at either of us. I take my final blade out as the first man falls to the ground. Nessa’s clip clicks empty, forcing us to move back behind the door again. Silence stretches on the other side as she reloads. We make eye contact as we assess each other.
