CHAPTER 1.1
Rift's POV
"Get down!" was shouted by none other than Waylen Shaw as gunshots rang around the factory. Ducking behind an old piece of metal, I raised my semi automatic M9 beretta and shot one of the men that were currently aiming to annihilate my team. Not that it was going to happen, but the motherfuckers were trying anyway.
"Stay down, on the count of three." Shaw announced from behind a half standing round wall. Alfie Tucker and Elias Beckett nodded at him as they lifted their chin at me in indication that more men were coming in. I nodded and waited, noticing that they were talking animatedly to each other.
Our team is used to these kinds of situations over the past 10 years that we have been part of the 'operation' team and part of the Veterans MC. This time, Satan, our club President, has sent us on a 'save the hostage' mission once more. Although this time something feels different. There was a reason we were on this particular mission though. We might have had a client that wanted us here, but using him, we would get the information we wanted from these bastards.
Satan, aka Kaden Leninghton had warned us that these people are not amateurs, and he was right. Most of the club members are some sort of army veteran, and that is the reason all of us are able to go on such missions. Not for free though, fuck no. Clients are reaching out to us and we accept or decline their offers. We make good money, thats for fucking sure.
This time, we were assigned to save a woman named Anna Monroe. The client seemed very uneasy to get to her, and not in the "I hope she isn't dead" but more like "when I find her, she's dead" kind of way. That shit doesn't really matter anyway, we get the money and we're good.
Tucker pointed his Desert Eagle at the enemy's direction and we all waited for a signal. We were four against a dozen but there was no backing down now.
"Three!" Shaw yelled, scaring the shit out of the four of us. With a scowl at his intentional stupidity, more shots sounded now in the abandoned factory. Though my shots were damn better aimed at than those motherfucker's.
I smirked, sliding on another piece of metal that was closer to the enemy. Tucker stayed in his well hidden position as Shaw rushed forward with me, leaving Spade, aka Elias Beckett, behind with Tucker.
"Those mutherfuckers are dumb." Shaw sneered as he shot another one of them down. "No brother, I think we're just too good." I smirked and he rolled his eyes at me.
Taking another couple of shots, I took one of them down as Tucker headshot one of them too. "Well damn." Spade smirked at him as Shaw and I sneered at the remark.
Half an hour later, the men were, well, dead and we all stood from our hiding positions.
"Spade, Tucker, go and check the perimeter, text if there is something out of order." Shaw ordered and the other two nodded. "Rift, come check inside. She must be somewhere around here." he continued with an annoying grunt.
"If she isn't here either brother, then I think the bitch is dead." I murmured. "Don't even go there brother." Shaw sighed as he walked stealthily deeper into the factory.
Two metal doors hang around on the last two rooms and Shaw signalled to be quiet as we approached slowly.
Taking the lead, I leaped towards one side of the door, Shaw at the other. Shaw lifted his chin and we both barged in, guns in our hands, pointing at the middle of the room.
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