Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Making his way toward the guard, Gage pulled the lifeless body out from the main path and into a small alcove.
Gage pressed himself against the wall, listening for any sounds of more guards approaching. Silence greeted him, and he made his way around the building, stopping at the edge. The small mirrors built into the goggles allowed him to see different angles at numerous times.
Three guards stood close together, their rifles trained at the ready, but obviously none of them aware that he’d infiltrated the perimeter. He drew his gun again, and aimed. The darkness crept up, and filled every part of him.
As one of the guards moved forward, still unaware, Gage aimed right for the back of the prick’s head. He waited until the man was around the corner before he fired off the shot, the military grade silencer making this a clean and quiet kill.
He grabbed the man as he fell to the ground, and moved him to the side and out of the way. The other two guards were saying something softly, maybe having heard the activity, but it didn’t matter because they were dead, as well. Gage rounded the corner, and in a matter of seconds had a bullet in each of their skulls.
He moved to the other edge of the building and adjusted his goggles again so he could get a clear shot of the other side. Satisfied that everything was all clear on that end, he stayed close to the wall, his body pressed tightly to the decaying building as he moved swiftly.
The wind picked up, blowing dirt around and partially obstructing his view. When he stopped at another corner, he saw five armed guards pacing. They all looked pretty fucking relaxed.
Without thinking and just using that darkness, that need to take out the assholes that thought kidnapping a defenseless woman was acceptable, Gage moved out from the side of the wall and started shooting.
It took a few seconds of precise and trained aiming, but all five men were now dead on the ground, their blood looking black because of the goggles he wore. He scanned above him, seeing if there were any cameras, but from this vantage he couldn’t make any out.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t already made, and that there was a whole fucking army waiting for him.
But good, because that’s what he was born for, and situations like this were what got his blood pumping.
He moved toward the bodies, scanning the area to see if there were any openings or entrances. Gage immediately took note of a small window about seven feet above him on the opposite wall. It was boarded up, but looked as though it had been like that for some time.
He took a step forward and craned his neck back, seeing a thick outcropping at the top of the building. Pulling out his nylon rope, he tied a knot, and using his rope caster he was able to attach the looped part of the nylon around the protrusion.
He gave it a few good tugs, confident that it could hold his weight, and started balancing his weight on the decaying outcroppings and started to climb up. One of the brick outposts started to crumble from his weight, and he swung to the opposite side just as it fell to the ground.
Using his upper body strength to pull himself up until he was facing the window, he already had his leather gloves on and began prying the rusted and half protruding nails out from the wood. Gage made quick work because he didn’t know if he’d been seen yet.
Keeping hold of the board he’d pried off, he pulled himself through the window. Once inside he untied the rope from his waist and looked around the room. He still had his night-vision goggles on and could easily see the room, crammed with boxes, tables, and chairs, along with the scent of dust, decay, and mold.
A door stood across from him, no fancy locks or security devices attached, which seemed odd for as much security as they had walking the perimeter.
He went to the door and listened, not hearing anything and taking a few steps back. Gage removed his goggles and grabbed his gun. Still listening for any movement on the other side of the door, he knew this shit needed to be done and done now.
The door was unlocked, and he opened it slightly and stepped into the hall. It looked like this part of the building hadn’t been used since it was originally closed down. He held his gun at his shoulder, keeping his breathing even and letting the adrenaline pump through him at the fight that was about to happen.
And there would be a fight, a bloody one.
Chapter
Twelve
Gage had since moved down several hallways, all having been used as storage, and the dust was thick. But he’d found a door that led further below, as if it took him to the bowels of this piece of shit place.