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Zane’s girl was the smallest drone Gray had ever laid eyes on. It was swift and nearly invisible to the naked eye. Quite an advantageous tool to have in their arsenal of goodies.
They patiently waited for the vehicles to pass by and, once they had, Gray and Braxton stood back up and followed in a low crouch. The plan was to pick off the men with the AK-47’s first with sniper rifles. Inda and Braxton would handle that. Saint and Ryland had planted explosives in two separate areas of the road. The moment the lead SUV drove over the first one, they would detonate both and blow the first and last car sky high. Gray would then come up from the rear and take care of anyone who had the misfortune of still being alive.
He couldn’t wait to put a bullet between Mesa’s eyes. Even if the bastard was already dead.
The last time Gray had been in a Colombian jungle, he was the one who’d been ambushed. But now the tables had turned, and he was ready to wipe this Earth clean of more vermin. The cartels were some of the most violent and powerful criminal organizations in the world. And the arms dealers didn’t care who they sold their weapons to, even if it meant putting their own country in jeopardy of future attacks. Two birds. One very big stone.
Gray felt zero remorse for what he was about to do. Vengeance burned through his veins like battery acid, turning his vision a hazy red. Adrenaline heightened his senses, and then the moment arrived. Gray paused in a clump of greenery, watching as Braxton took up his position across the road. It was almost time.
Gray glanced down at his G-Shock, tensing, as the seconds ticked down, waiting for the whoosh of shots about to simultaneously explode from both Brax and Inda’s rifles.
Three…two…one…
BANG! BANG!
They fired in unison and both armed guards dropped like the sacks of shit they were. Then two explosions roared and the lead and last vehicle in the procession were tossed up into the air from the ferocious force. They flipped, dropped, and were immediately consumed in flames. The middle car, carrying El Escorpión, slammed right into the first burning vehicle.
Gray stepped out of his hiding place and stalked forward, lifting his Glock. He felt like the Angel of Death and he was ready to dole out a bullet to anyone still breathing. He wanted to see the terror and fear in Mesa’s black eyes when he looked down the barrel of Gray’s gun.C’mon, you sonofabitch. Be alive.
After living most of his life in the gray, he knew what it took to get the job done. And he did it with zero regrets.
As Gray walked by the last SUV, he knew there were no survivors. It was engulfed in fire. Same for the lead vehicle, whose flames were quickly spreading to the middle car. He knew he had to move fast or risk getting caught in another explosion when the gas tanks exploded.
Guard up, Gray approached the middle car and immediately spotted movement inside. With zero hesitation, he shot the rest of the broken window out, shoved his pistol inside, looked the man right in his black, soulless eyes and fired twice. One shot to the groaning man’s chest, the other to his forehead.
A shaky breath escaped Gray as he did a quick visual sweep, noting that the other occupants appeared unconscious. He pulled his trigger four more times, delivering two successive shots to each man, then stepped back, breathing hard.
Done.Finally, it was fucking done. Justice had been delivered for his lost team. Alvaro Mesa, the feared leader of the Clan del Escorpión cartel, was dead. And Gray felt a weight lift off his chest.
His head tilted back and he glanced up, imagining his brothers in Valhalla looking down on him. “Hooyah,” he murmured.
“Demon! Get back!”
Turning, Gray jogged over to the edge of the jungle where the rest of his team was gathering. A moment later the fire reached a gas tank and an Earth-shattering boom filled the air, quickly followed by another and then a third. The explosions rocked the ground and Brax motioned for them to move.
As they humped through the jungle, heading to the airfield where Hunter and Zane waited, Gray felt alive for the first time in over a year.
He was back and it felt damn good.
Unfortunately, his high didn’t last long. Just as they started boarding the plane, Zane looked up from a screen and shook his head. “Bad news.”
What?” Braxton asked, crossing his large arms.
“We missed our target.”
“What’re you talking about?” Ryland demanded.
“You guys got Bashar, but not El Escorpión.”
“I don’t understand.” Gray frowned. “You said he was in the middle car. I looked him right in the eyes before neutralizing him.”
“I don’t think that was him. According to this communication I just discovered between Bashar and El Escorpión, they switched plans at the last minute.”
“Then who the hell did I kill?” Gray asked, frowning.
“César Mesa.”
“Who the fuck is that?” Saint asked.
