The Protectors Series Bundle - By Nana Malone Page 0,79

Bring me in, but there’ll be hell to pay with Reaper when we get back.”

All the while Symone stood silent.

As the Trackers moved forward, Garrett recognized them. Jason and Will. They’d been recruited shortly after he had. They approached carefully, guns drawn. When the other Tracker with the launcher stood, Garrett studied him, but he didn’t look familiar. Maybe he was new or came from a different division. He’d been on the road two weeks trying to track Symone. It was possible that they had a new team. It was more likely they sent the newbie to keep an eye on Jason and Will to make sure they didn’t show favoritism. Three Trackers against the two of them. He liked their odds. They just needed to be a little closer.

The moment his ex-comrades were in combat range, they holstered their weapons. Immediately, there was an almost imperceptible shift in Symone. As if her whole body had tensed and was ready for anything. They only had a few seconds once the third Tracker was in range.

Quick as a flash, Symone sprang into action.

She reached out to the guy Garrett didn’t know and Garrett wasted no time dealing Jason an immediate blow to the nose with his elbow. Blood spurted, spraying Garrett in the face as Jason staggered back. Not waiting for his inevitable fall, Garrett sprang into full tackle of Will, who was more ready for the attack than Jason had been. Will blocked Garrett’s initial jab with his forearm and countered with a sledgehammer move aimed for Garrett’s throat. Garrett spun in the same direction of the incoming blow, snatching Will’s arm and using his own force to bring him to ground. Once Garrett had him face down, he applied pressure to Will’s shoulder joint with his knee and yanked his arm backwards. The resounding crunch and pop made Garrett shudder.

The dislocated arm should have put Will out, but the soldier rolled over with enough force to dislodge Garrett from his position of power. Will straddled him, something clutched in his good hand while his other arm hung limp by his side. The two of them might have been evenly matched, but Garrett had no plans on dying today.

Like his own power, Will’s was a passive and kind of useless one. He could see events in the past. He couldn’t do it on cue, nor did it work for everyone, but when it did work, man it was like he was a living tape recorder. To make up for the shitty power, he’d learned to fight and fight well.

Garrett didn’t need to worry about how Symone was faring. Rocket Launcher guy had already gone down like a sack, and she was engaged in hand to hand with Jason.

Instantly, pain seared through Garrett’s body as his shoulder burned so much, a part of him wanted to lie there curled in a ball, howling. But that wasn’t an option. Today was a bad, bad day to die.

Garrett forced his whole body to go limp, he waited while Will tried to get a better leverage position, then Garrett picked his head up with all the force he could muster and slammed it into his fellow Tracker’s nose and chin area.

A crunch filled the air, and Will fell back. Garrett flipped his opponent over. He wrapped one arm around Will’s windpipe and applied pressure to the larynx. It took several moments, but eventually Will stopped twitching.

Lifting his head, Garrett watched in relief as Symone searched Jason’s pockets. She snatched up Jason’s cell phone, tossed it on the ground, then smashed with the heel of her boot. She was okay though. Not a scratch, just a mask of gritty determination of her face. She’d survived. He had a feeling that he should have been less worried about her than he was about saving his brother. As relief washed through Garrett, his shoulder continued to throb. He frowned. It wasn’t the shoulder Symone yanked his tracking chip out of.

It wasn’t until Symone whirled and gaped at him that he knew something was wrong. He risked a glance at his shoulder. Shit. Dark liquid oozed out of a hole in his shoulder, along with a milky green liquid. He’d been shot. Worse, he’d had a nisulin chaser dart stuck in his arm. With his good arm, he yanked the dart out of his shoulder. There was still a drop of milky green liquid on the sharp end.

A gunshot rang in the air, and Garrett felt something hot