Wicked Storm: A Sam Wick Explosive Short (Sam Wick Universe Book 2) by Chase Austin

Author:Chase Austin
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Thrillverse publishing
Published: 2019-03-28T00:00:00+00:00

Once Mia was inside the black van, a warm blanket tucked around her shoulders, Sam gestured to the driver to take off. The van sped off.

“Where do you think they will take her?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t know,” Wick said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Wick didn’t know the destination of the van and he didn’t need to. His bosses at the Task Force-77 or TF-77, an off-the-books covert black ops team created by the NSA and the US Army, only shared the need to know intel with its assets. Some were not fine with that but Wick wasn’t one of those.

“You don’t know, or you don’t care?” Eddie asked. He got no response. Wick rarely spoke more than was necessary. It was as if he was conserving energy for his next mission. Eddie had worked with him enough to know this, yet he pressed him occasionally to get a reaction out of him. “Now what?”

“I don’t know,” Wick said looking after the speeding van.

“You look good in this get-up though. The silver wig and beard are actually quite effective with the opposite sex.” Eddie smiled.

Wick looked at Eddie and turned to walk towards a dark alleyway, a few hundred yards away. An unlocked Prius was waiting for them. Eddie saw him ambling away and followed him with a weary sigh. Wick took the front passenger seat and started to remove his makeup. Eddie settled behind the wheel. One look at Wick, who was busy cleaning his face with wet tissues, and the urge to crack another joke about his disguise died. He revved the engine, and the Prius lurched forward.

In the passenger seat, Wick was soon done with the tissues and threw them out the window. He looked younger now, but tired. Behind the facade of the wrinkled profile lay a thoughtful face with battle scars that had been softened by multiple plastic surgeries. His black hair waved back in the breeze. Wick rubbed his bruised hands slowly, trying to soothe the pain. It was a known side-effect of his profession, but he had seen worse. He looked out the window and found a cloudless sky. It was a full moon night. He shut his eyes and let the moonlight caress his face. His mind was calm, content. Moments like these were rare in his profession, but nights like tonight made staring death in the face on a regular basis seem worthwhile. All he needed now was some sleep. All he now needed was some sleep until his next orders to hit the road again in search of another target, worth saving or murdering.

The End.

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