Page 103 of Lucky Boys
He just sighed heavily. “Brooks is right though. Are you guys ready to move?”
“Yes,” Luca said, talking for the first time since this had all started.
Skye seemed to know he was tense so he walked up to him and wrapped his arm around Luca’s shoulders. I took Maverick’s hand, and we all left.
The plan was simple. Right before Diego disabled Larsen’s alarms, since he could do that after I infected his systems with that virus, he informed us that Larsen was in his office. There was no sign of the kid.
Maverick and Skye would go right to the office. Hopefully, they would take him by surprise and contain him before he was able to retaliate. We knew he kept a gun in there, but Skye and Maverick were also armed and had the advantage of surprise. I would go straight upstairs to the bedrooms and find Sawyer, assuming he was in one of those. Luca would start searching therest of the house and also provide backup to make sure we were all clear.
“Wait for the signal,” Luca reminded me.
“Yes, sir.” I squatted right outside the back door, waiting with him. Maverick and Skye had already entered.
“Clear,” Mav’s deep voice came through.
I grinned at Luca. “See you on the other side.” Then I went through the already unlocked back door.
The house was dark. All the lights were out, and I could just make Skye and Maverick out in position by Larsen’s office door. I gave them a little wave they couldn’t see as I snuck past and up the stairs.
I didn’t make it up here last time so I wasn’t sure which door was Sawyer’s, so I would just have to go door by door. Luca had made me take a gun just in case, but I wasn’t taking it out unless I absolutely had to. I did keep one hand on the sheath with my knife as I carefully opened the first door.
It looked like a guest bedroom. There was a bed with solid navy-blue bedding, a dresser, and an empty desk. Nothing personal, nothing lived in. I closed the door.
The next room was a bathroom. I closed that just as I heard a slam and the sound of a door splintering from downstairs. I froze, crouched in the middle of the damn hallway.
“Keep going, Brooks.” Wes’s calm voice came through my earpiece. “They’re fine.”
There was shouting, but it was Maverick and he sounded in charge.Focus, I reprimanded myself. I got to the third door. It was locked. The fuck?
“It’s locked,” I whispered to anyone who cared to listen.
Maverick and Skye were both yelling now, and there was another voice, Larsen’s. I tried to block them out.
“Can you pick it?” That was Luca. He sounded distracted.
I rolled my eyes. “Obviously.”
D laughed. I made easy work of it, even with jumping every three seconds with all the commotion downstairs. Larsen wasn’t going down easily. At least it didn’t sound like anyone had gotten shot yet.
The door creaked open. A little boy sat in the middle of the bed, the blanket up to his chin as he stared at me with wide eyes. He had a little night-light that illuminated the room enough for me to see him.
I shoved my lock picking stuff in my pocket and stood, my hands in front of me, nonthreatening. “Sawyer?”
He pushed farther back into the headboard.
“Who are you?” The poor kid sounded terrified.
“My name is Brooks. I’m here to help you.”
He looked doubtful. Smart kid. I could only imagine how scary this was, especially since his mom had told us that Larsen had taken him in the middle of the night.
“W-what’s all that noise?”
“That’s my friends, Skye and Maverick. They are, um, they’re trying to make sure you’re safe.”
“Friend? I’m wounded,” Skye joked even as I heard the sound of a fist hitting flesh. “Don’t move, you fucking asshole. Mav, where’s the sedative?”
“I got it. Fucker knocked it out of my hand.” I focused back on the kid.
