Taking It Slow - Reese Knightley Page 0,59
Spencer hit the perp’s gun arm with enough force to elicit a gasp.
With a growl, the gunman turned on him, but Spencer was too close for the weapon to lift. Stepping forward, he sank his knife not once, but several times into the suspect’s chest, his hand covering the perp’s mouth to muffle the noise until the fucker was nothing but a pile of gasping, gurgling wet meat. The man fell to the floor and Spencer stepped over the dead body.
He tucked his ear piece back in to give Eagle a status when he heard the man going off.
“Stupid son of a bitch! Spencer, check the fuck in or so help me God,” Eagle growled.
“Checking the fuck in,” he snarled into the mic and kept moving.
They wanted to play with fire? He’d fucking show them fire. He’d burn the fucking world down.
An arm came around his waist and he spun and jabbed his hand into the man’s face. Only, the guy ducked and hung on.
“Spencer, it’s me,” Link growled when his elbow came down on the man’s back.
Link let go and Spencer shoved him away. Only Link didn’t fall back, he came forward and pushed him against the wall.
He was big, but Link was bigger. “Spencer, calm down. You need to calm down.”
He gasped for breath, the sound ragged between them.
“They took him.”
“We’ll get him back and we’ll kill them all, but you need to have a clear head,” Link whispered.
After several moments, he was able to get his breath back. Link finally backed up and stared at him.
Spencer ran a hand over his face and sucked in another breath.
“You’re right,” he said gruffly. He wasn’t going to apologize for going ballistic.
“You okay?” Link didn’t move.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Now, let’s go get this fucker.” Link said grimly.
They split up from there. Link went west and he headed east along the hallway.
“Eagle, tenth floor, hallway near the east stairwell,” he said into the mic.
“All right, I’m heading up the nearest stairwell,” Eagle whispered.
Spencer moved on. Forest wanted this bastard arrested? It wasn’t likely.
He was out for blood.
Coming to a corner, he turned. The hallway seemed to run the length of the building and he carefully checked each room as he moved toward the exit Eagle was coming up.
Rapid gunfire erupted, and bullets dug into the door near his head. He crouched and then lunged out, sprawled on his back sideways in the hallway, and put two in the perp’s chest. The guy gasped and stumbled away before he fell dead to the floor.
Several more sharp blasts echoed from behind the stairwell door and Spencer rolled to his feet.
“Eagle, Spencer?” Link snapped through his ear piece. “Check in!”
“Fuckers got me pinned down. I think there’s two of them.”
“Copy,” Spencer said. “Eagle, I’m coming down from above.” He eased the exit door open, checked the all clear, and ran in hunched over.
“Any sign of the councilman?” Eagle asked, gunfire coming through his mic as he returned fire.
“Yeah, I got him,” Link growled. “He tried to barricade his door.” Link’s voice was filled with amusement.
“Stop shooting upward, asshole,” Spencer snapped at Eagle when a bullet pinged against the metal railing. “I’m coming down.”
Below, two men were shooting downward over the railing at Eagle, who was pinned in one of the lower stairwell curves.
Spencer caught one perp with a head shot. When the guy went down, his friend spun and fired upward. Spencer dropped low and shot between the railing, hitting the guy in the leg. The man yelled and fell, firing wildly. Spencer put a bullet in the gunman’s chest and the guy toppled over.
Silence filled the stairwell.
“Spencer?” Eagle whispered.
“All clear,” he grumbled and stood with a grimace. He glanced down and pulled his wet shirt away from his side. Goddamned stray bullet had hit him just at the edge of his vest.
“Where are you hit?” Eagle asked and he looked up to see the soldier gazing at the blood on his shirt as he came up the stairs.
“Just a graze.”
“Let’s go.” Eagle stepped past and headed out the door.
When they reached the office area where Link was, they found the soldier sitting on the edge of the councilman’s desk going through files.
The councilman was gagged and tied in his own desk chair.
Spencer kept coming and yanked off the gag. He kicked the back of the chair and it slammed against the floor with a loud crack. The councilman screamed.
Spencer leaned over and looked the fucker dead in the eyes.
“Where’s my little brother?”
“He’s in the