Page 30 of Liberating Mallory

They watched as the drone got to the home where Lester Granstov was listed as living. They watched as he rushed down the steps of the home he commandeered and walked to his vehicle, getting behind the wheel and taking off in a cloud of dust. They all watched as the drone followed the vehicle as best as it could for several miles on the highway towards an off-road location into the woods.

The group held back as far as they could, thanks to tourist traffic driving through the area heading towards the scenic mountains. Once they saw Lester pull off on a dirt road, the team pulled off as best as they could to give Pratt and Raso a safe location to continue their part of the operation.

“Jeffe just came out of the cabin to greet Lester. Hold positions.” Pratt advised the teams of what was going on as they got into positions.

“Shit! Is that blood he’s wiping off his hands?” Raso asked, leaning in to look at the screen better.

“Fuck! Guys, Jeffe has blood on his hands and shirt. Drone only shows three heat signatures. Lester’s, Jeffe’s and one inside the cabin near the front.” Pratt relayed the information to the group. “Let’s hope that third signature is Mallory’s.”

“Okay, we need to verify that it’s Mallory in that cabin before we infiltrate.” Brody said, stating the obvious.

“And if she isn’t?” Raso questioned through the mic they were all wearing to keep in touch.

“We still hit it so that Carter and Diesel can have fun with the fuckers until we get an answer.” Brody answered, his tone going dark.

“Let’s wrap this shit up and bring our girl home!” Pratt ordered the group. “Okay, drone picked up the third heat signature in the main area, near the front of the cabin. Doesn’t seem to be moving much. The signature is in a seated position.”

“That has to be her.” Raso murmured to Pratt.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Pratt whispered back. “I just hope we aren’t too late.”

“Looks like they are headed back inside.” York commented through the mic. “I’m in position if anyone tries to run, unless it’s Mallory.”

“Let’s get verification of who the third body is before we move in. Tuck, you’re up.” Jep ordered his teammate.

Pratt, Raso, Jordyn, Abbott, and Opie watched as Tuck slowly made his way to Lester’s car and used his military grade binoculars to peer into the cabin windows. Just as Tuck clicked his mic affirmative for sighting Mallory, Pratt and Raso caught movement near the road towards the cabin.

“Tuck, get the fuck out of there. Incoming traffic!” Pratt ordered Tuck at the same time she warned the others. “One vehicle, four bogies!”

“Shit!” Raso said out loud looking over at Pratt.

Both Pratt and Raso stared at each other for several minutes before turning towards the other three. “Jordyn, you, Abbot and Opie need to suit up and be ready to go in, in case this shit show goes sideways.” Pratt told the three before turning back to the screen.

“But they said to get you two…” Opie started before Raso put her hand up to stop him.

“We know what was said, Russell. We also know how to handle ourselves and get the fuck out of dodge when the time is needed. But, if shit goes south over there, we can better protect ourselves knowing they have you three there saving their asses. They are going to have their hands full if Mallory isn’t able to walk out.”

“Damn woman, you have just said move your asses.” Pratt joked, trying to lessen Raso’s speech impact. “Well fuck a rubber duckie. Alright boys and girls, looks like we got more clowns joining the party. Looks like douche canoe Kevin, his roommate Boswell, Bainfort and oh ho ho ho, yeah, Carter, ole Rodney wants more ass kicking, cuz his gonzoless ass is riding shotgun.”

“Guess this party just got more fun.” Carter’s voice turning ice cold came through loud and clear.

“Gonzoless?” Jep and Tuck both questioned at the same time.

“You should have been there. Alrighty, looks like they just went in. Boys and girls, since we have new peeps to the party, Ras and I are sending our three bodyguards your way and keep the yaps shut, you know your asses need them. We’ll be fine since the party is all in your area.”

“We’re here. Ready when you guys are. York, since you have the back, I have the front. Opie is taking out the tires on both vehicles then we can get this party started.” Abbot advised of her position.

“Tires taken out. Start the countdown.” Opie advised, moving away from the vehicles while the tires went flat after he cut them.

“Ready, in five…four…”

“Shit! We need to move now. Mallory just launched herself at someone. She’s in fight mode!” Abbot announced over the mic.

“Fuck it! Move…move…move!” Pratt ordered the group.

Chaos ensued. The front window glass was broken as an offensive grenade was thrown into the room to disorientate the bad guys while the good guys broke into the cabin through the windows and front door. Screams and shots fired could be heard through the open mic as the good guys infiltrated.

Before it was even started, it was over. Good guys…one. Bad guys…zero. Pratt and Raso brought the drone back to them and loaded up what they could and hauled ass to the cabin to assist with Mallory. When they arrived, all six bad guys were on their stomachs, zip ties around their hands and feet, all but two out cold.

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