Page 38 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part two
We slide out of the car and hug the treeline toward the house. Before we break through the trees, we search for any disturbances. “There.” I point to the second floor window where we can see someone walking past. Tyler hands some binoculars to me and waits until I have a visual. “Two on the second floor. One on the bottom. They’re looking for something.”
“They won’t find anything in there. We don’t keep anything that will identify us laying around.”
“Computers?”
“Holden and Nolan already wiped them remotely. Fingerprints won’t even come back to us.”
“We need to get in there without it turning into a shootout.”
“Can’t you do the sneaky shit too?”
I laugh under my breath. “Yeah. Although, I haven’t met anyone that even came close to my skills until Gavin almost got the drop on me.”
“My baby is spectacular. You need to meet Sean and Gavin’s brother, Ghost. They can do the creepy shit too.” Tyler pulls his Glock out and screws a silencer on. “Lead the way. I’ll stay right behind you. We can grab one to question, and dispose of the others.”
With a nod, I slip back into the trees and follow it back to the road so we can come in from the other side. Moving as fast and silently as we can, we make it to the back door without being spotted. I twist the knob and slowly push the door open, listening. Footsteps echo through the house, and I spot one in the kitchen. I hold up one finger and point that way. Tyler nods and slips past me while I go toward the stairs. I hear a slight grunt, and then the air shifts behind me. I glance back and Tyler is wiping a knife on his pant leg.
I knew this team was good, but I didn’t fully understand it until I worked side by side with them. It gives me the courage to place my life into their hands. I trust them one hundred percent to have my back.
Before we can take the first stair, footsteps sound around the corner, and we jerk back to flatten ourselves against the wall.
“It’s not here,” one of the guys says.
“He said it would be. We can’t go back without it.”
“I don’t know why he’s more worried about this than finding that motherfucker. When I get my hands on him and that little faggot…”
He doesn’t even get to finish that sentence before Tyler and I explode into action. I grab the first guy as soon as his foot hits the last step and jerk him out of the way. Tyler pulls the trigger on the next guy, making him tumble the rest of the way down the steps. I lock my arm around the guy’s neck and squeeze just enough that he’ll pass out. He struggles like hell before the fight finally leaves him. I drop him to the floor, slap zip ties on his wrists, and follow Tyler upstairs to search the rest of the house. Shit is thrown everywhere, not giving us a clear idea on what they’re looking for. Mattresses are slashed, furniture turned over.
“What the fuck?” Tyler mutters, pulling his mask to sit on top of his head. “Who is he, and what is he looking for?”
“My guess is Abraham, but we can ask the one who called Jason that awful fucking word,” I spit.
We make our way downstairs, and when I round the corner, something slices across my bicep, making fire race up my arm. I spin, lift my boot, and kick the asshole right in the face. He drops, and the knife slides across the floor.
“Well, it looks like we missed one.” I can’t help but laugh at Tyler’s dry tone. “You good?” Before I can even answer, he rips my shirt sleeve off and wraps it around the wound. “Ari can stitch you up at the house. It’s pretty deep.”
“We need to grab the car and get these guys back to the safehouse.”
And get some fucking answers.
We getthem loaded without any more problems and get them back to the safehouse, chained up in the basement. We go back upstairs to leave them stewing, and so I can change clothes. I don’t make it three steps into the living room before Aryeh’s eyes zero in on my arm.
“What the fuck happened?”
“It’s just a knife wound.”
“Sit down. Ke, get my kit.”
Tyler slaps me on the back. “You might as well just listen.”
With a roll of my eyes, I pull my shirt off and sit beside Aryeh on the couch. Keon brings back a first aid kit, and Aryeh pulls on gloves before pulling the makeshift bandage off. “Just a knife wound? That’s deep as fuck.”
“Well, technically, it did come from a knife,” Tyler answers, flopping into a chair as he goes through the story of what happened. “I think Tivon needs to be added to Team Sneaky. He could have a cool name too.”
“What?” I ask.
“You have Ghost, Shadow, and Phantom. Gavin’s sexy ass is Phantom, Sean is Shadow, and Ghost is, well, Ghost.”
