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I satoutside the agency in the Jeep and tried to steady my breathing through my tight chest. I eyed the door on the back side of the building that I had decided was my best chance at entry. So far, I hadn’t seen anyone guarding, entering, lingering. It had been so eerily quiet back here I wondered if I was walking straight into a trap. The only thing guarding the door was a security camera, with a red light, steadily blinking the morse code message I had set up on a loop. I hadn’t been able to isolate the light specifically in Mason’s cell, and I figured the more people that figured out who Viktor was, the better anyway. So my morse code message steadily blinked across all the security cameras in the facility.
I blew out a breath. I’d been watching the door for some time, and it was now or never. I looked over the utility belts and the weapons I’d strapped all over my body, as if it would help me. I’d hardly fired a gun except for the chaotic moment in the locker room. I shivered at the thought and pushed it out of my head. Though escaping that attack in the locker room had convinced me that I wasn’t totally inept, maybe this was a death sentence going in there; but maybe, just maybe, with a little luck, it might work.
The only thing standing between me and getting into the building was an electronic keypad into the back door. I decided on one last check of the security cameras inside, and then I’d do it.
I pulled the laptop into my lap and quickly pulled up the security camera feed inside. I sucked in a sharp breath, watching Viktor standing over Mason. I had to do something quickly. It was time to pull up my big girl pants and just do it.
I wondered if Mason had gotten my message, if he knew what Viktor was, who he was.
I toggled over to the next tab and studied the schematic of the building, willing myself to remember where Mason’s cell was.
My chest heaved as I checked all the weapons I had strapped to various places on my body one final time. I didn’t have the muscle memory like Mason did, but hopefully I’d reach for the right thing at the right time if it came to that. I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do when I got in there, but I was going to shoot down anyone and anything that tried to stop me.
I slid out of the Jeep and quickly sprinted over to the back door. I set my duffle bag down and quickly pulled out the defibrillator. My attempt to short circuit the electronic keypad, maybe slip inside unnoticed.
My hands trembled as I tried to stick the defibrillator pads onto the keypad, it was just far too heavy, the pads not sticky enough. They kept falling off over and over again.
Fuck.
Please work.
I sweet-talked the machine, but it continued to resist.
Finally, hands trembling, I chucked the defibrillator to the side, and I pulled a grenade.
Fucking hell.
I wasn’t even sure if I should be using this thing. I’d probably lose a hand in the process.
I was panicking. How long did I have after I released it? Should I set it next to the door and release it or should I throw it? Would it bounce away if I threw it?
I didn’t want to lose a hand, but it was the only explosive I had found in Mason’s stash, and I didn’t want to waste my one chance of actually getting inside.
Trembling, I swallowed hard, and I whispered to the grenade, asking it to please play nice, as I squeezed the lever down and pulled the pin.
I lowered my hand to the ground and positioned myself to run. I released the lever at the same time I started sprinting, and I’d gotten a few paces away before the force of the explosion knocked me face first onto the pavement.
My ears were ringing, and I rolled to look over my shoulder. The door was smoking, but it had a huge hole in it, big enough for me to get through, and hopefully Mason too.
I staggered up and took the gun from the holster on my hip. I fired a practice shot into the ground to get the feel of it and trotted to the door. I’d already announced my entrance, so I wasn’t concerned about being quiet anymore. What was one gun shot after the sound of that explosion? Waving the smoke to the side, I listened for a moment and didn’t hear anything.
I slipped inside and I’d made it a few steps down the hall before the alarm started blaring.
Fuck.
I staggered down the hallway in the direction I thought I was supposed to go. I turned to look down each hallway and everything looked the same, just long hallway after long hallway. There were no distinguishing marks.
I sprinted down one hallway, and the numbers on the doors went down.
Shit. I was going the wrong way. I whirled around and sprinted the other direction. I could hear heavy footsteps somewhere in one of the hallways.
Just get to Mason, I chanted it to myself, knowing if I could get to him, he’d be able to get us out of here.
I ducked as gunshots rang out in the air. I didn’t dare turn around and fire back. I just kept moving forward, quickly racing around the corner of the next hallway.
Room 155, I sprinted to the end of the hallway. Room 166.
Fuck. Where was it? I was too high.
