Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 104011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
I figure since I will have the element of surprise and with this being a small operation, especially taking place in the wee hours of the morning, it should be a cakewalk compared to what I’ve been up against in the past. I know without a doubt when someone gets hit with one of these guns he sure as hell won’t go down quietly. It will light his fire and he’ll squeal like a pig. I’m hoping the noise factor won’t be an issue, though, and if it is, I will have other backup options on me, but those will be my last resort.
I pull a black, handled box down from the top shelf of my closet and lay the case on my bed. When I open it, my X26 Taser is ready and waiting for me. Double-checking the digital battery pack, it shows the charge is at 100%. I then grab a handful of 21-foot target range Taser cartridges and secure them to the inside of my leather jacket while holstering the gun, keeping it out of plain sight.
There really isn’t much to leave behind. I’ve always considered this place temporary, and made it a point to be able to leave at the drop of a hat. I even keep a bug out bag, which holds important things such as money, new IDs, passports, and a few other items that will be paramount for survival, including weaponry.
By the time I reach the facility, it’s four in the morning, and it’s a breeze strolling in at this hour since there’s only a skeleton crew manning the place. I guess we’ve been a little too cocky lately, thinking we’re too impenetrable to be infiltrated. Well, in actuality we are, but of course, never in a million years would anyone think one of our own would have ulterior motives.
Being that I’m one of the top dogs here and have been known to come in at all hours, my presence is never questioned. My first stop is the monitoring room, and upon entering the secured room, there is only one guard present. Knowing there is a second guard lurking around, I need to be quick and quiet with this one.
The guard turns his head to acknowledge me as I calmly saunter in. “Hey, Travis. I thought you were away on business. What’s got you coming in at this ungodly hour?”
“You know as well as I do there is no rest in this line of business.”
He shakes his head and responds, “You got that right.”
When he turns his head back toward the screens, I step up beside him, pointing to room seven. “I heard she had a rough night.”
When he glances up at the monitor that shows the interior of Julianna’s room, the man doesn’t even get a chance to reply as I place him in a full-on sleeper hold. My arm wraps around his neck as I cut off the blood flow from his carotid artery. Not wanting to cause the risk of permanent brain damage by rendering him unconscious, I wait just until he’s on the brink of being ‘sleepy’ enough. I know as soon as I let go, the blood flow will quickly bring him back to a level of consciousness, so I work quickly as I shove him out of his chair and onto the floor. I roll him onto his stomach and secure the back of his wrists behind his back with a set of zip ties.
“What the hell, Travis?” he barely murmurs out. Keeping my knee in his back, I waste no time in administering a fast acting tranquilizer by injecting it into his thigh. I don’t think he will be yelling for help anytime soon, but just to make sure, I stay in the camera room and begin shutting down the most pertinent cameras. As I log into the computer with my credentials, I begin overriding them one-by-one, rendering the recorders useless. By the time I’m finished, I glance over at my friend on the floor and note he is safely out of commission. Knowing I’ve got one more guard to contend with, I draw my Taser and keep it at the ready.
With stealthy movements, I take one hallway at a time, constantly looking and listening for anything from all directions. As I round the last corner toward the lab, Justin appears from around the bend. Surprise is evident in his eyes as he sees the gun in my hand. I fire my weapon and watch as he twists, successfully dodging the darts just in time. Dammit! Only one dart effectively punctured his skin, therefore, the shock isn’t administered.
Justin suddenly realizes I’ve only used a Taser gun on him, and since I’ve just wasted my one shot, he knows there won’t be enough time for me to reload. In the matter of a second, his large frame reappears from around the corner as he comes barreling at me with speed and precision. My only choice right now is to take a defensive stance and prepare for a fight. Justin is a big guy, but not as big as I am, and he hasn’t had nearly the amount of extensive training I’ve had in hand-to-hand combat. I abruptly realize it’s not the hand-to-hand combat I’ll have to worry about as he pulls a thirty-eight special on me. Knowing I have protection underneath my leather jacket, it still doesn’t warrant me the right to grow cocky, so I raise my hands in the air.