Page 41 of Midnight Revelations

“Roger that, boss. I’ll let the others know.”

“You good to shoot, Ash?” Jordan asked.

I was sitting in the backseat, and all our vehicles came with front and rear windscreens that could be retracted into the car to allow us to go on the offensive. This Range Rover had armoured plating in it and a small arsenal built into the panels.

“I fucking hate my life,” I muttered in bad temper. “Is there ever a day I can just relax and do something normal like someone’s tax return?”

“Nah, Man,” Jordan laughed. “None of us are normal. Where the fuck is the fun in that?”

I laid a number of different firearms on the seat beside me. My balaclava still obscured my face, but I pressed the button that made the rear windscreen separate in the middle, the top and bottom sliding away to leave a gap.

The car behind us gained pace, almost as if they were trying to see who it was in our car. They sped up and I braced myself for impact as they rammed into us.

“Fuckers!” Jordan snapped.

I aimed at the driver because without someone controlling that car, it couldn’t follow us. The car swerved and tried to ram us again. Jordan hit the brakes and the car chasing us smashed into the back of us, the armour plating in our car crumpling the front of theirs. I held my gun steady, my knees digging into the backseat to keep me stable. I emptied an entire magazine into the driver’s area before Jordan hit the accelerator and we took off like a bat flying straight from Hell.

Another vehicle pulled out from behind the disabled vehicle that had steam coming from the engine area.

“Incoming!” I shouted.

Xavier removed his seatbelt and crawled between the front seats into the back with me. “Never a dull day,” he said. He was probably smiling under his mask. Asshole.

We took our positions, ready for whatever the hell was coming after us. Xavier opened the window beside him and fired several rounds toward the black car coming along our driver’s side. The front passenger wheel blew out and the car swerved before hitting a wall.

A motorbike hurtled toward us, the driver firing a machine gun like a fucking lunatic. I was too old for this shit. I ripped the pin from a hand grenade and threw it. He didn’t have time to swerve before it detonated.

“You are a fucking psychopath,” Xavier grumbled. “What is it with you and bombs?”

I shrugged. “I like things that go bang.”

“Turning!” Jordan called over his shoulder as he spun around a corner at high speed. His phone rang and he hit the answer button on the steering wheel. “Yeah?”

“We have trouble ahead of us.”

“On it,” Jordan snapped. “Slow your vehicles down and let us past.”

Xavier and I shared a look. “What the fuck is going on?” he demanded.

“Either Dad is pissed or someone else has a vested interest in the assets in that house,” I replied.

Jordan pulled around the side of our three-vehicle convoy and there was a mini roadblock up ahead. They obviously didn’t realise that Jordan was a madman in a suit who did whatever the fuck he wanted.

“Prepare for impact!” Jordan shouted.

“Fuck!” Xavier exclaimed, grabbing hold of theohmygodhandle above the door.

Jordan sped up and bullets bounced off our car as he ploughed through them, tearing doors off that men were hiding behind. I heard curses through Xavier’s open window even as Jordan hit the brakes and pulled the handbrake on.

As soon as our car stopped, we flung our doors open and jumped out. The men sent to stop us were disorientated from us driving through their barricade. I flipped my night sight glasses down from on top of my head and began firing at anything that moved. This was what we trained for, why we spent so many hours in those simulations to ensure that we were ready for whatever was thrown at us.

A guy to my left lurched forward and I fired at his head several times before moving on. Another guy tried to punch me, but my foot connected with his chin first, and as he fell back, I emptied the rest of my magazine in him.

Jordan stormed through them like a hurricane of death and destruction. He had a gun in each hand, killing anything that moved, and shooting them again when they were dead just to make sure. No one would survive tonight to tell the tale of where we took the women from that house.

When there was no more movement, Jordan waved his convoy through.

“How the fuck are we going to clean this up?” I hissed.

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