Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,113

speed. Diego unloaded a full magazine into the area around the left rear tire, while Trey aimed at the right one. Then Hobbs was smashing through the gate, parts of the vehicle flying everywhere as he kept right on going.

“I hit the tire on my side,” Diego shouted to Trey as they raced after the SUV, which was smoking pretty good as it turned the next corner and disappeared. As he ran, he dropped the spent magazine and reloaded before holstering his weapon. He didn’t want people on the street freaking out when they saw him and Trey with their weapons out.

“I hit the one on my side, too,” Trey told him, doing the same with his SIG as they sprinted hard along the side of the storage facility. Thankfully, there was no one to see them running faster than they should have been able to. “Then I put a couple in your side because I know you negotiators like to talk more than shoot.”

“Jackass,” Diego snorted as they made it up to the corner and turned onto Canton. Between the smoke filling the air and people gawking, it was incredibly easy to follow Hobbs from that point.

Thirty seconds later, they found the white SUV where it had crashed against the side of a building on Chavez Boulevard, both back tires shredded and the smashed-up engine streaming antifreeze everywhere. Hobbs was nowhere in sight. He and Trey picked up Hobbs’s scent quickly, though. They were only a few seconds behind him.

Diego let out a growl of frustration when the trail took a right on Taylor. “Crap, he’s heading toward the farmers market.”

“A lot of people are going to be there at this time of day,” Trey said.

They both started running faster, less concerned about being seen than with having to face a horde of people the reporter might have taken control of.

“How the hell did Hobbs get the same ability Dave and Bremen had?” Trey asked as they streaked toward the crowd ahead of them at the end of the block. “What, did Dave let him take a bite out of him?”

“I don’t know,” Diego said. “It doesn’t really matter at this point. We need to figure out a way to take him down without giving him a chance to gain control of us.”

Trey didn’t have anything to say to that. Diego couldn’t blame him. This was the strangest situation he’d ever dealt with. Even if Hobbs was unarmed, he was still an extreme threat. How did you deal with a man you couldn’t get close to? Short of shooting the guy. And neither of them was going to shoot an unarmed man.

As they reached the farmers market, the air filled with the scent of fresh produce and the murmur of casual conversation. A few people looked their way curiously, but most didn’t seem interested. Still, it was possible to see the faint ripple through the crowd indicating where someone had passed through in a hurry. It looked like Hobbs had run right down the middle of the main covered concourse, past hundreds of people.

Diego got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. This was Texas, which meant that probably twenty-five or thirty percent of the people in this crowd were armed. This could go bad so many ways.

They were halfway through the main section of the market, Hobbs’s scent still strong and clear, when a huge guy in a cowboy hat and jeans suddenly lumbered out of the crowd and threw himself at Trey. People shouted in surprise and quickly backed away. Diego cursed, smelling the blood before he saw a trace of it on the back of the guy’s neck.

Trey had already sensed the big guy coming and ducked out of his way, but the man didn’t seem to care, turning to lunge at him again. Trey put a hand in the middle of the man’s chest and shoved, flipping him off his feet and slamming him down on his back.

Diego didn’t have a chance to do more than yell out where he’d seen the blood on the guy as two more men hurtled out of the crowd—one going low, the other high—slamming Diego to the ground. A split second later, a gunshot rang out somewhere in the crowd, then more people jumped on him, punching and kicking.

He’d never been in a fight like this, with people doing their best to kill him when he felt so restrained he didn’t want to pull his Taser. Things

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