Stone Rush: A Stone Cold Thriller (Stone Cold Thriller Series Book 6) by J.D. Weston

Author:J.D. Weston [Weston, J.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Weston Media
Published: 2018-06-30T22:00:00+00:00

Harvey studied the boatyard, committing the layout to memory, and then left the apartment building by the stairs. He took the fire exit door that led to a warren of alleyways to the rear of the building, thinking that the front door would be monitored. The old fire escape looked as though it hadn't been used for years.

For Harvey's plan to work, his assumptions needed to be correct. He had no real facts. He didn't know who the men were, or how trained they would be.

Expect the worst.

Harvey's assumptions were based on stealth. If two men tried to enter the boatyard, they wouldn't walk through the gate; they'd use the wasteland to either side of the yard. And they'd split up. One team on the right side, one on the left, leaving a sniper somewhere to call the shots.

They'd go in on foot, and for that, they'd need to prep somewhere quiet before they stepped into the open, somewhere like the maze of backstreets in which Harvey now found himself.

If his assumptions were wrong, it would be a big mistake. He'd left the boatyard wide open.

Harvey turned a corner quietly. He saw the first man, crouched down in a doorway, rummaging through a backpack. He moved quickly but controlled.

Harvey took one step at a time, slow and silent, keeping out of the man's peripheral vision as much as he could. Only when Harvey got up close behind him, he saw the man was assembling an MP-5 from the parts in his pack, and that his Sig stuck out of his waistband.

"Don't move," said Harvey, quiet but firm. "Don't turn around."

The man froze.

Harvey whipped the Sig from the man's belt.

"Hands," said Harvey.

The man raised his hands.

Harvey checked the MP-5. It was still missing the bolt and magazine. No danger there.

"You have cuffs?"

"In my-"

"No talking," said Harvey. He kept three steps back. A trained man could spot an opportune moment to turn the tables.

"Cuff yourself," said Harvey. "Tight."

He waited and checked all around him as the man pulled a pack of plasticuffs from his bag, and began to put them on.

"Tight," Harvey reminded him.

The man gave a sharp jerk to demonstrate how tight they were.

"Okay, time for answers," Harvey began. "Where's the rest of the team?"

"Mate," said the man, turning his head.

Harvey slammed the butt of the handgun into his temple.

"I said, don't turn around."

The cuffed man knelt on the ground and winced at the pain. A small trickle of blood began to run from the fresh wound.

"Where's the rest of you?" asked Harvey.

"Rest of who?" the man replied.

"You don't know me. You don't know what I'm capable of. So I'll give you that one," said Harvey. "Any more lies or cheap attempts at stalling for time, and I'll cut your throat."

Harvey remained totally calm. The man had begun to sweat, a sure sign of fear. Adrenaline would be surging through him, and fight or flight would kick in. Harvey needed to control that. He needed the fear.

"Do I need to ask again?" he asked the man.

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