Page 50 of SEAL's Providence
“Company is coming. I need a sitrep. Get those fucking doors open,” Tony whisper shouted.
“Knight 2, second door leads upstairs. Heading into the hallway. Gonna grab me some tangos,” Pat said.
“Knight 3. This door’s locked. I’m picking it. If the flowers are in there, I don’t want to risk them,” Mike said.
“Copy that. Keep Knight 6 with you for now. Knight 2 and I are going to clear the infestation.”
“Copy.”
“Please be careful, Tony,” Providence whispered through the comms.
“Will do. Stay safe and listen to Mike.”
Pat eased open the inner basement door. They could hear footsteps, but the sound wasn’t getting closer. Maybe the Russians hadn’t heard them blow the door. But if not, what the hell were they doing running around the house?
Pat leaned back through the opening and gave the hand signal for all clear. Tony followed him through after checking on Providence one more time. Then he pulled the door closed behind him.
The hallway was dark, but there was enough ambient light coming from under the door at the top of the stairs to see each other.
“Let’s get these fuckers. Take the stairs slowly. We don’t know if they’ve got them wired,” Tony whispered.
“Copy that. You sure you don’t want to go first? You weigh less,” Pat joked.
“Get your ass up the stairs,” Tony growled. Some things never changed. Pat being the team joker was one of them.
Silently, they climbed the stairs, listening for any sign of an ambush. The traffickers used thugs, not trained soldiers. Their saving grace was that the asswipes wouldn’t know how to be quiet to savetheir lives. If Tony had his way, tonight would be the last night they’d have that privilege.
They were almost at the top of the stairs when Mike’s voice came over the comms.
“Knight 1, we have five flowers. Picking them now.”
“Copy that. We’re breaching the first floor.”
Pat gave him the thumbs up, and Tony nodded. Five down, two to go. He doubted it would be as easy to pick the last two flowers.
“Ready?” he whispered.
Pat nodded.
Tony grabbed the doorknob, gingerly turning it, hoping they wouldn’t have another lock to pick. Mike was the expert, and it would take Tony almost twice the time. Luckily, they didn’t need him. He opened the door slowly, checking for shadows or any sound indicating an ambush.
How the fuck had the assholes held onto the women long enough to auction them off? It had to have been fear alone, because they sure as hell hadn’t made the place secure.
“I’ll go left, you go right,” Tony said as he pushed through the opening. “Remember, we want one alive if possible.”
“Aww, you’re no fun,” Pat said.
Tony ignored him and slipped into the hallway.He checked his surroundings, noting several closed doors to his right and the staircase to the second floor. Moving silently and keeping as close to the walls as possible, he searched for the kitchen, where the tangos had been gathered.
The house was almost a hundred years old, and the floor plan was a mess. From the look of the blueprints, there had been several additions made through the years. Including what was now the kitchen.
It was quiet, too quiet. No footsteps, no voices, no nothing. Was there an exit they’d missed? Had the Russians snuck out right under their noses? Providence would never get over it if they lost Mary and Sandy. Fuck.
Tony entered the kitchen, hoping to find a tango. But it was empty too. The bastards had to be upstairs.
“Knight 2, sitrep.”
“Just about cleared. No tangos,” Pat said.
