The Ruins_A Taskforce Story by Brad Taylor

Author:Brad Taylor [Taylor, Brad]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781524745394
Google: QOFwDwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B07HW15V7X
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Publisher: Dutton
Published: 2018-11-20T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

We ran to the path leading from the door at the dock and ending at another steel door at the back of the mansion. I had planned on just picking the lock, but it turned out there was no place for a traditional key. It had a keypad and an access panel.

Thank God that guard showed up.

No matter how much reconnaissance you did, there was always something to screw you over. Eduardo hadn’t mentioned how they’d accessed the house, and I’d forgotten to ask. If that guard hadn’t appeared, we’d have been leaving the same way we entered, empty-handed.

I pushed Jennifer to the side of the door and said, “Okay, remember what we talked about. I do the clearing, you do the security. You got this?”

Her eyes were wide, leaking anxiety, but she nodded. I said, “Hey, at least now you’re dressed.”

And that broke the fear. The last time we’d done something like this had been after a gunfight, and she had been in her bra and panties, nearly catatonic with terror. She hit my shoulder and whispered, “That’s not the way to see them again.”

I chuckled and said, “Just take it easy with that weapon. Remember what I taught you. Don’t flag me, and don’t aim at anything you don’t intend to kill. Keep your finger off the trigger until you need to use it.”

She nodded, and I raised the card, seeing a green light and hearing the door lock snap. I pulled the door open and slid inside a darkened room, my weapon light swinging first left, then right. It was a mudroom of some sort. I went to the next door, waited on Jennifer to squeeze my shoulder, then slipped through, entering a lit hallway.

It was wide enough to drive a car through, with modern paintings on the walls and a string of brushed stainless steel lighting, another hallway to the left. I went to it, seeing it ended at another door.

Eduardo had told me he remembered walking to an office in the back, where Leopold worked, but that he had also seen a large, ostentatious bedroom off of the office. He didn’t know exactly where it was, his memory shrouded by fear, but I figured that’s where Leopold would be—either in the office working late or in his bed sleeping. I planned to just keep clearing until I located it.

I entered the door, finding a large kitchen with seemingly every available restaurant-grade appliance in existence. Empty.

I saw another door on the far side and thought about bypassing it, because there was no way it was the office, but decided to check it out.

This one was another key-card lock, which was strange on the inside of the house. I keyed it and shone my light inside. It was a closet but was ringed with weapons. An arms lockup. I entered, saw a Sako TRG sniper rifle with a Steiner scope, then an H&K MP5. I grabbed the MP5 and passed the Glock to Jennifer, saying, “This is just like a video game.

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