Page 265 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

I don’t know what they expect from me. Case can see forms in the dark, similar to infrared, but that isn’t helpful now, as the sun is only starting to set.

“You can do it. I believe in you,” Jolie encourages. “Just focus and think back to when we were kids. You said it would work then.”

Doing just that, I picture the first time I figured out what my ability was. I was only a few years old, and it was with an older lady, which freaked me the fuck out. Closing my eyes, I even my breathing. Her words of encouragement ground and centre me, and when I open my eyes, a small gasp leaves my lips in astonishment that it worked. It finally worked—I can see it! Scanning up and down the building, I try not to miss anything.

“I fucking did it! Seventh floor, four or five people. It doesn’t look like there is any movement anywhere else.”

“Could you see the babies?” she asks hopefully.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t get a long enough look,” I reply.

“Chester, are you in position?” Marlow asks, now that he has confirmation of where the people are in the building. Case motions he is going around the back. I stand and wait, keeping my eyes open and making sure the guys coming down the building get in safely.

“Dropping now, see you all on the flip side. Love you, Little Angel.”

Looking up, I see three black figures rappel down the side of the building, and Chester uses something to shatter the window.Once they’re inside, I move into the building to catch up to everyone.

Knowing they would have taken the stairs, I follow the signs for the lift. The moment I find it, I push the button at least ten times as if that will hurry the damn thing up. It finally opens and I step inside, the doors sliding closed behind me. I push the button for the seventh floor. If anyone tries to escape this way, at least I’m ready. I grip the hilt of my knife and slide it out of my pocket. Chester always tells me I’m an idiot for bringing a knife to a gunfight, but I highly doubt these rich pricks carry weapons. They have too much money to be afraid.

The lift stops on the seventh floor, and the doors slide open. Boston has his gun aimed in my direction and lowers it when he realises it’s just me.

“Miss me?” I ask, tilting my lips up in a smirk, and he shakes his head.

I gaze around the room quickly, and my eyes snag on Brennan. He has four men and one woman lying face down on the floor with their hands on their heads.

“All clear back here,” Trace says, coming out from a door to my left.

“All clear over here too,” Davis announces.

Creed pulls plastic from the pocket of his black cargo pants and uses cable ties to secure everyone’s hands together.

“What is this about?” one of the men asks.

“You already know the answer to that,” Chester barks, pushing the man down further with his foot. “We want our fucking children back, and I’m going to start shooting body parts off until someone tells me something useful. I think I might start with you, beautiful.”

“Hot damn, I’m so telling Jolie you called another woman beautiful,” I call out, loving that I have something over him.

He turns, eyes deadly and glare feral, as he whips his gun in my direction and fires off a shot towards my feet. I jump and look down, checking they are still attached.

“What the fuck was that?” Marlow demands over our coms. “You’re fucking wasting time. Bring them down so we can get some answers. We don’t need dead bodies in the building. Jimmie is looping the security cameras, so you have five minutes to get your asses down here.”

Trace, Laughn, Creed, Chester, and Brennan each reach down and lift someone to their feet and guide them downstairs. Marlow tells us he has moved the van down to the basement to load up our passengers.

Once we reach the foyer, we take the stairs down to the basement. The van door slides open, and Jolie jumps out, fear and hope warring on her face as she races towards us.

“Did you find the babies? Please tell me you found them.”

Brennan shakes his head, and a sob rips from her lips that breaks my heart and has me holding back tears. Trace pushes the woman towards Boston, and he takes Jolie into his arms and guides her over to his car. I jump into the van while the five people are loaded in like sardines, and Chester squeezes his large body in and slams the door closed.

Brennan knocks on the driver’s side window, and Marlow rolls it down. “We will meet you at Olympia.”

Marlow nods and rolls the window back up.

The drive back is uneventful, especially with Chester holding a gun in their general direction. They know better than to plead for their lives, especially with the fury radiating off Chester.

As soon as we arrive at Olympia, we usher them towards the basement—a place set up just for this kind of thing. I’m sure there have been many torture sessions down here, if the lack in décor is anything to go by. The rooms are tiled in plain white and have drains on the floor, perfect for washing away the blood.I wouldn’t know the first thing about clean-up. We have teams for that, thank fuck. Their job is to make sure there is no trace of blood or bodily fluids left at the end of the day. I wonder how much you had to fuck up to get that job.

All the businessmen and woman are led straight into interrogation rooms, but I notice Chester has taken the low-grade criminal into the fun room.

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