Assassin Games (Tarnished Heroes) by Bristol Sidney

Author:Bristol, Sidney
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled, Amara, Tarnished Heroes, assassin, military, Switzerland, analyst, CIA, spies, international setting, on the run
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-07-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Andy pressed his back to the tree and closed his eyes. The people after them were too good to be seen without intending to show themselves, but on a night this quiet everything made noise. Even the most careful mouse.

He’d been as quiet in their approach as he could, moderating his pace so that they traveled slower. Clearly even that was too fast. He could still hear Carol’s ragged breathing and a part of him felt guilty for pushing her harder than he’d realized. Mostly, he was worried that if he could hear her so could others.

There was no guarantee that anyone was expecting them tonight. They could be resting, prepping to set a trap tomorrow.

Was it too much to hope that the people after them were lying down on the job?

If they were here, they’d have had a fight.

Andy’s contacts might be retired spies, but they were tough as nails. The Russians trained some scary people in their time.

He tilted his head.

Still nothing but the occasional rustle of Carol’s coat.

No one was coming to investigate. No one was shooting at them yet.

The longer they sat here waiting, the more time they gave the opposition to get into position. If they’d taken the house they would be firing from a covered, elevated spot. Andy and Carol would be sitting ducks if they were caught out in the woods. He only had so many bullets and one gun.

Andy ducked around the tree and to the back of the shed. Most people wouldn’t situate an outlying building like this under the trees, but then again not everyone had decades of KGB activity to hide and enemies by the dozen.

By all rights the former spies should have killed Andy on sight the night they’d met, but they hadn’t. They’d traded intel, helped Andy on his way, and that was that. Two years later, Andy needed assistance and they’d begun working together. It didn’t make them friends, but even spies needed people to rely on.

The breeze picked up, gusting out of the east.

Andy inhaled, catching an all too familiar metallic scent that made his molars hurt.

Blood.

Fresh.

And a lot of it.

Someone had died here, or a large animal had been dressed recently.

Andy didn’t want to find out more. He needed to get in and out fast.

He bent, grasped the bottom corner of the shed’s siding and tugged. It slid back easily, well oiled from constant attention. For every bolt-hole and back entrance he knew about, he was willing to bet there were a dozen more. He crawled into the shed, grateful for his contact’s paranoia.

Andy groped next to the locked door, finding the flashlight by feel.

There.

He snagged it off the hook, clicked it on, illuminating the pitch-black insides of the shed. Bins of holiday decor and extra winter supplies filled the shelves. But that wasn’t all there was.

He snagged a few screwdrivers, wire cutters, and a knife from the tool shelves.

Andy didn’t know what was in the other bags filling the rear shelves, just which one was his.

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