He nods silently and gets to work. Josh looks back at me.
“Adrian, as soon as we can organize our limited assets, we’ll get you into Ukraine, and you can go do your thing and get Tori back, yeah?”
I nod, but remain silent, still not yet fully trusting myself to open my mouth and not say something derogatory for no reason.
The room falls silent as Josh moves next to Clark and they quietly discuss whatever they’re looking at on the laptop. Raynor sits on the edge of the table, staring at the floor. I can’t imagine what’s going through his head right now, the poor guy. But I sure as hell appreciate him having my back. He’s a good man.
I have my shoulder bag open on the desk, and I’m sorting through what I still have with me. My guns are at my back, which feels worryingly comfortable and reassuring to me.
There go those old habits again, dying hard as always…
I take out the camera and transmitter and place it on the table next to me. Then I take out two laser tripwire mines and a block of C4, carefully putting them down next to them.
“Jesus Christ!” says Raynor. “You walk around with bombs in your bag?”
I look up and smile. “I’d rather have it and not need it…” I say absently.
In the silence, we hear the sound of multiple car doors slamming shut outside, followed by the heavy patter of boots on concrete. We all look up at each other simultaneously.
“What’s that?” asks Clark.
I shrug. “Anyone else know we’re here?” I ask.
Josh shakes his head. “No, we kept this location strictly between us…” His voice trails off as he looks down at the laptop like something’s just occurred to him. “Oh, shit… they must’ve traced the signal when we connected to one of our satellites earlier!” he says. “I thought I’d been quick enough logging in and out to avoid detection.”
Without another thought, I quickly open the office door and look down to the warehouse floor below, as wave after wave of men dressed in black fatigues flood inside. There must be twenty of them, all armed with assault rifles and wearing tactical goggles.
“Fuck me…”
The air fills with the sound of many, many guns cocking and aiming in my direction. I spin around, shutting the door behind me just as they all open fire.
“Get down!” I yell.
The four of us dive to the floor as the staccato roar of a thousand bullets hits the cabin, splintering the decayed walls around us. We all scurry to the back corner, keeping as low as possible. Josh has grabbed his laptop, thankfully — right now, that’s the only thing we have giving us half a chance at doing something about this mess. I tip the table up, offering slightly more cover for us than before.
“Does anyone have a gun besides me?” I shout over the endless onslaught from below us.
Raynor draws his weapon — a standard issue Glock 19. A nice, sturdy handgun, with a fifteen-round magazine. It has a slightly smaller barrel than the Glock 17, and less recoil, making it effectively more accurate and easier to control.
Josh and Clark shake their heads. I reach behind me and un-holster one of my Berettas, handing it to Josh, who nods as he takes it.
“Clark, take the laptop, protect it at all costs. Stay behind the three of us,” I say. He says nothing; he just takes the computer from Josh and stays low. “Josh, John, stay behind me, fire only on my instruction. Be ready to cover me.”
“What exactly are you hoping to do?” asks Raynor with genuine curiosity.
I check the magazine of my Beretta is full and work the slide, putting a bullet in the chamber.
“I’m going to do what I do best.”
Staying crouched down, I dash over to the door, grabbing everything that slid off the table as I pass, and slam my back against the wall, taking deep breaths and waiting for the right moment to return fire. I look over and see Josh tap Raynor on the shoulder, smiling.
“This is gonna be a sight to behold, my friend,” he says to him.
You’re goddamn right it is…
“Be ready to move!” I shout to them.
I take a couple more deep breaths, slowing my heart rate down to the point where my body might as well be asleep. All noise fades away. Everything slows to a stop. There’s nothing here but a bunch of people below me who no longer want to live, my gun, and me…
Above my head is a space where a window used to be. I hear a voice shout below and after a few moments the firing stops. I chance a quick peek over and down to the floor. There’s a muddled group, spread out in no particular formation across the expanse of the warehouse. I’m able to count twenty-two guys in total. I picture them in my mind’s eye — the exact layout, where every man is, how they’re standing… everything. I reach for one of the trip mines, adjusting the settings and preparing to arm it.
It’s something GlobaTech designed in the last year or so — state of the art. Everybody uses them nowadays, they’re like the industry standard, I guess. The device is hexagonal in shape, and fits in the palm of my hand. It’s maybe three inches thick. There’s an inch-long round tube sticking out, where the infrared laser is housed. Inside is essentially all explosive with minimal technology making it work. Along the side are a few switches, which allow you to arm it, and control how it will work once you have. You can affix it to any vertical surface, flick the main switch, and it’s on. If someone trips the laser, by default you have a two second delay before it explodes. The lethal blast radius is about twenty feet. Anything caught within that radius when it goes off has zero chance of surviving. Between twenty and forty feet, you’re going to feel very unwell afterward, but the chances of being killed by it drop by eighty-three per cent. But what makes these things so damn good is that, not only can you change the time of delay before the explosion, but also the delay between flicking the switch and the device arming itself.
I’ve set it so once I arm it, there’s a five-second pause before it’s actually armed. I’ve also changed it to only delay for one second once tripped before it goes off.
Keeping the mental image of the layout below me, I take a breath and flick the switch to arm the device, before quickly throwing it over my head and down to the floor.
If my aim and calculations are correct, we’ll be safe from the blast, but the vast majority of people down there will be eviscerated.
Time slows as I count in my head, waiting for the moment to start shooting. I look over at Josh and hold his gaze as the seconds tick down.
Five… four… three… two…
The explosive device makes a dull, hollow noise at it hits the floor.
One…
It’s armed.
I hear everyone shout and freeze.
One…
The deafening explosion rips through the warehouse, drowning out the short screams of the lives it claims. The roar of the fire is loud, and the heat from the blast hits the office, taking our breath away.
In an instant, I stand, take aim, glancing down at the carnage I’ve caused below, and see maybe five people still alive. I can’t count exactly how many people are dead, because there are too many body parts scattered around the place — it’s impossible.
I quickly squeeze off a few rounds, taking advantage of their confusion and hitting all five remaining gunmen in the chest. I duck back down and rest against the wall, trying to slow my heart rate once more as an eerie silence descends on us.
Everyone’s slowly getting to their feet. Josh seems weirdly excited, Clark looks focused, like it’s just another day at the office, and Raynor appears in shock.
“What the hell just happened?” asks the sheriff, making his way over to the door.
“Adrian just happened,” replies Josh, laughing. “Come on, let’s get our shit together, and get the hell outta here before reinforcements arrive.”