back office up here,” Jaxon responded.
“First floor is clear so far on our end,” Wild said.
“We’re fine in the hub,” Jett replied.
“We’ll make our way up to you, Jaxon.” He caught Logan’s gaze and then reached for the door handle to the stairs and eased it open. With a quick, darting look, he scanned the area and then nodded.
Silently, the three of them entered the stairwell and paused, listening to the sound of muffled gunfire from the level above where Jaxon, Hayden, and Brick were returning gunfire.
“Team two heading up the east stairwell to the third floor,” Logan advised as they headed upward.
They reached the third-level door when noise from below drew them to a stop and they flattened against the wall for a moment. Macy darted a quick look over the railing before drawing back. “Two men coming up the east stairwell from the first floor,” he whispered to Logan.
“Team three? You close to them?” Logan touched the mic in his ear.
“On it,” Wild responded.
They moved on and reached the top floor. The warehouse only had the three floors, there was one more set of stairs that led to the roof. Slipping through the door into the dark third floor, gunfire broke out behind them.
“Two suspects down,” Wild reported a few seconds later.
“Get your ass back over here,” Storm grumbled.
“I’m on my way, Stormy.”
Macy could almost hear the grin in Wild’s voice.
“Team three is going up. We will bypass the third floor and take the roof,” Storm rasped.
“Roger that, team three,” Detective Charles came over the mic. “Watch for SWAT on the roof.”
“Copy,” Wild answered.
Stepping into the darkened hallway of the third floor, he paused along with Logan and Felix. Gunfire echoed and Jaxon’s cursing came through the mic.
For one crazy thought, he could have sworn he heard Jaxon laugh and it sounded a bit diabolical like the guy was having the time of his life.
They cleared the few rooms nearest to them and found no visual signs of perps.
The corner of the doorway splintered and wood chips flew into the air. Dust and debris covered him and Macy ducked into a crouch and spat the dust from his mouth.
He swung his arm around the corner and fired off a few rounds. Logan had done the same except he was in the opposite doorway across the hall from him and Felix.
“Roof has SWAT, we’re coming down to help on the third floor,” Wild said, his tone warning them to be aware.
“We’re taking fire in the hallway just outside the stairwell,” Macy hissed just as another bullet tore into the wall near his head.
Felix lunged out, laying across the hallway, and fired off a few rounds. Someone at the other end yelped and then Felix crawled back to his side. The stairwell door cracked open and Macy moved, firing off several rounds to provide cover for Wild, Alexander, and the mountain that was Storm.
Storm had night vision goggles attached to his helmet. Macy could definitely see why the guy was lethal. One more yelp and another scream occurred simultaneously when Storm fired only two rounds down the hallway.
He’d lost sight of Logan and searched the dimly lit hallway.
“Drop your weapons or he’s dead.”
The sinister voice sent chills down his spine and then bile up his throat when Tony Siegel stepped out from the doorway with a gun to the back of Logan’s head. Logan’s gun swiveled freely between two fingers and his lover’s eyes held his.
Fear paralyzed him.
All the things he wanted with Logan flashed through his mind. He refused to lower his gun in case he had an open shot. Siegel was ducked behind Logan, with just one eye peeking out from behind Logan’s head.
“Fuck you, Siegel. It’s me you want,” he snarled, stepping forward, leaving himself an open target. Fire flashed in Logan’s eyes. He clearly didn’t like that he was making himself vulnerable, but Macy didn’t give a shit. Fear for Logan clawed at his throat.
Logan’s fingers on his right hand were fisted, and then one shot out, then another, and Macy realized it was a silent count down.
“Let him go and take your best shot at me,” he sneered, baiting the asshole, trying to help with whatever Logan had planned.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Rage flashed in Siegel’s eyes and the hot retort came quick.
A few things happened in the blink of an eye. Logan sent out a third finger and then plowed his elbow back high and cracked it against Siegel’s nose, and when the