shooting from and saw the vehicles below engulfed in flames.
“Man, Brackish is a scary dude. To be able to set all three of those cars to blow up at the same time, and to have those long guns mounted inside and able to fire and to make it look like they were driven by real people is incredible,” Smoke said.
“That and those other explosives popping off were great diversions,” Eyes said as he got the last of the cash into the briefcase. He then grabbed the gold bar that had been the apple of Tre’s eye minutes earlier.
“With that, let’s get the hell out of here,” Smoke said as he slung the bound criminal over his shoulder. This was the only moment the team would be exposed. Tre’s other men would start making their way upstairs to check on their boss, and if the special ops team was caught carrying the passed-out ringleader, there’d most definitely be a firefight.
The fear of getting caught inside the room with the ringleader almost came to pass, but the team had their plan set to perfection. Smoke had Tre secure, Eyes had the money locked in the cases, and Sleep ran to the back window of the office, sliding it open. Anchored into the wall, directly below the window, was a thick wire. Eyes climbed out, attached a small metal circle from his belt onto the wire, took two cases of money and dove from the window. Sleep followed with the other cases of cash. Smoke had just gotten Tre lined up on the wire and was attaching the hooks when the front door exploded open. Tre’s guards blew open the barrier between them and their boss.
The first man through the door was a hardened convict covered in tattoos. Smoke knew his type and knew they had a piece of their brain missing when it came to stopping. The maniac would rather go to jail for murder than leave a person simply knocked out. The two men made eye contact, and without a second thought the man rushed Smoke. Smoke would lose Tre if he let him go, so he had to continue doing what he was doing, knowing he’d have to take a crushing hit to his back. Smoke quickly completed the hookup for the knocked-out drug-dealing leader.
As expected, Smoke felt a blow crash through him as soon as he released Tre over the threshold of the window, safely zipping the man down the line to the box truck where the other end of the line had been attached. Green had positioned the vehicle behind the building and shot the wire inside while all the firefighting was happening. As soon as Smoke got down the wire, it would be detached from the truck and they’d be gone in a blink.
“Where in the hell did you just send Tre?” the convict screamed as he saw his boss drop from the window.
“Same place I’m going to send you,” Smoke yelled as pain in his back exploded, almost knocking the wind from him.
The convict tossed Smoke aside and stepped to the window, confused at not seeing his boss’s crumpled body on the ground. Before he could turn around to attack the man who’d just sent Tre out the window, the convict’s head slammed into the side of the window frame. Smoke threw one more punch that knocked the man out cold.
Three more men entered the room looking for anyone to give them direction on what to do in the middle of the madness. Seeing Smoke standing there, the knocked-out giant from the door unconscious, and the convict laid out like a pile of clothes, they went into fight mode, sprinting at Smoke in unison.
The first man came wildly, swinging with no purpose or experience in hand-to-hand combat. Smoke easily slipped to the side and, with the speed of lightning, snapped a fist into the man’s jaw. The man ran three more steps before his brain let his body know he was knocked out. Smoke didn’t watch the aftermath; he knew the outcome.
The other two men met Smoke at the same time but, like the last man he’d just put down, those two didn’t know how to fight either. Four fists flew at Smoke, but he was able to dodge them with no damage done. He was very aware in these situations there was always a chance of a lucky hit, and if he went down in that room, he’d never make it out alive.
Smoke parlayed a