over and put your hands behind your back.”
The man blinked up at him and slowly turned over. The guy was too big for one zip-tie, so he used three to cuff his wrists. Good enough.
Using the edge of his shirt, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and surveyed the room before he made any move to track his team.
They were a three-man unit known as Fury. Three elite soldiers working for the government of the United States. Fury got the job done in places that a bigger unit, such as Infinity or Phoenix, would bring too much attention.
Spencer had joined Fury shortly after Christmas when a high-ranking military official had approached him and asked if he was interested in filling a vacant spot in an elite three-man unit.
He’d grown up fighting for everything. It wasn’t his thing to work with bigger teams, so hell yeah, he’d said yes.
When he’d been briefed about the job, he’d immediately accepted. Anything to take his mind off Liam Cobalt and his offer to join Infinity. No way in hell did he want to be that close to the colonel.
“I’m on my way to you both,” Eagle warned.
Spencer made his way around a few torn down cubicles and paused, assessing the darkened room.
If this job had been a bit less high profile, Infinity would have been asked to step in. As it was, this mission was so far beneath the radar, if Fury were caught, the military would deny they ordered the op.
Fury handled criminals too traitorous to list on the FBI’s most wanted list. These were criminals that attacked agents in retaliation. The sonofabitches would kill family members, gut babies, and skin the agent alive. And the fuckers had done just that to FBI agent Robert Frankfurt, his wife, and their newborn baby girl.
Agent Frankfurt had gone undercover and had infiltrated Fredrick Bowman’s criminal organization. They were still trying to figure shit out, but regardless of how it had happened, Robert’s cover had been blown and his family brutally murdered.
Retired Brigadier General Luke Rhine had called Fury’s commander in the dead of night. When a General of the United States called, retired or not, you fucking snapped the fuck up.
It seemed that FBI agent Robert Frankfurt had been a close personal friend to the General; they’d grown up together.
The orders: Find Freddie before the cops did and make sure he never took another breath.
After weeks of tracking the scumbag, the bastard had holed up in an abandoned warehouse near Vermilion Bay, Louisiana. The surrounding area was eerily quiet, and no law enforcement was coming to save Fredrick Bowman. They weren’t putting Freddie in the system.
Darting from where he stood, he reached the end of the room. Spencer was completely camouflaged in black, so he didn’t worry about being seen. His weapon with a suppressor attached was kept close to his body. No worse for wear from its topple to the floor. Through his infrared goggles, he surveyed the room.
Faint whimpers caused him to squint and he saw people huddled in corners and beneath tables. Some sat with wide eyes, hands pressed over mouths, tears staining their cheeks. So much for the warehouse being deserted.
The florescent light flipped on and flickered overhead, bringing his head snapping around.
Across the room stood Fredrick Bowman with a hostage in his grip.
They had finally cornered good ole Freddie.
“I’ll kill her! I swear to fucking god. She’s dead if you don’t back up,” Freddie screamed at him.
Leveling his piece at Freddie, Spencer stood his ground.
Eagle suddenly appeared so fucking stealthily, he resembled a ghost. Link came up the stairs like a shadow.
“What, dirtbag? You gotta hide behind a hostage? You punk ass bitch,” Spencer snarled, edging closer, his weapon aimed at the guy’s head, making sure he was the center of Freddie’s attention.
Freddie jerked his weapon up, the barrel aimed at him and away from the hostage.
“Hey, idiot!” Eagle yelled, taking Freddie’s attention from him.
The weapon swung around and Freddie fired. Eagle grunted and fell back against the wall. Spencer’s heart slammed against his rib cage and he felt a jolt of suspended disbelief as Eagle slid to the floor. The girl screamed and Freddie hid behind her head with a fist to her hair.
He clenched his teeth, trying to get a clear shot.
Link lunged forward and caught the perp by surprise. Grabbing Freddie by the hair, Link swung him around by his head and then sliced his throat open. Blood sprayed the hostage, who started screaming. When she