Hangman (Jason Trapp: Origin Story Book 1) by Jack Slater

Author:Jack Slater [Slater, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

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Trapp walked slowly around the impound lot, wishing he owned a dog, or had even thought to purchase a pack of cigarettes to serve as a plausible cover for being out so late. His eyes swept left and right across the street, which was lit by well-spaced streetlights, but mainly the preternatural glow of the light pollution thrown by the city of Los Angeles.

In the distance, at least a mile away, a siren whipped past, and though he strained his ears, it was impossible to make out the direction the clamor was coming from. Once it was gone, he still heard the echo as his mind attempted to fill the empty space.

As best as he could make out, the lot was both empty and unstaffed at this late hour, which jived with the reconnaissance trip he’d made earlier.

Even so, he waited until he had circled the entire block once to be certain that his instincts weren’t selling him a dud and telling him a story he wanted to believe. Only once he was entirely certain did he stop outside the front gate. He leaned up against it and pretended to fiddle with his boots, all the while sweeping his gaze in a full arc as he performed one last check.

Here goes nothing.

Trapp placed his boot back on the ground, turned to face the gate, and kicked it hard – three times. The crashes rang out into the empty night, instinctively causing him to wince. It was hardly the ideal way to start a covert infiltration of enemy territory – but then again, this impound lot wasn’t exactly the Western Front. He held his breath as he waited, as if the sound of air passing through his lips would be what gave him away.

I guess nothing it is.

He waited a full minute just to be sure, long after any prowling guard dogs would have found his position and announced themselves by hurling their snarling bodies at the other side of the gate. He thankfully blinked away the image of saliva drooling from a vicious canine’s maw and made his move.

He swung the backpack off his shoulder, unfastening its clip in the same movement and crouching on his haunches in front of it. He reached inside and retrieved three items: the rug and a glove for either hand, which he donned.

The rug went over the barbed wire a second later, and as soon as a deft thump from the other side of the steel indicated that it was safely cocooning the wicked spikes, Trapp threw himself skyward—only for the still recent scar on his side to seethe with pain. His upward momentum faded almost instantly, leaving his forearms and shoulders to take the brunt of 190 pounds of muscle, fat and bone linking up with the pull of gravity and threatening to yank his arms right out of their sockets.

The joints held.

Just.

“Crap,” he hissed as a wave of agony glanced from his right shoulder, down the arm and into the elbow, and met with a co-equal branch presently soaring up his side.

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