Chapter 41
CHAPTER 41
B etter Together
Michael
I still don’t know how I feel about this. It’s not that I don’t think Symphony is capable. This just isn’t what I want for her. If it were up to me, she would dance or play on a stage for the world to see.
How did we get here? I am on a kill and my wife is with me. My sweet Symphony is here to help me silence a few lives.
With each second that passes, I’m beginning to feel a little more insane. If anything happens to her, I will lose my fucking mind.
“Michael, I will be fine. I am a professional,” Sim says through the comm.
“We move in and out. There are five targets. Do not separate from me.”
“I know what to do. It will be easier if you trust me.”
“I trust you, Sim. It is them I can’t trust.”
“You are making me angry. Let’s just do this. I want to go home and play for a few hours to work off my anger.”
“Symphony, I’m sorry. I?—”
“They have all arrived. Our focus should be on the task. Focus, Michael,” she growls, cutting me off.
I release a heavy breath and get ready. Blocking out that this is my wife I’m about to do a hit with, I pretend I’m working with Uri instead. It is all I can do to keep focused on the task at hand.
“Let’s move.”
Symphony
I push my anger aside and lock in on the job at hand. I will not allow Michael to cause me not to do my best. He will see I am a professional.
With my tablet, I shut down all their comms, then I cut the lights. Once done, I tuck the tablet away and pull my guns, my silencers already in place.
Allowing the music to play in my head, I dance. Michael becomes my dance partner. I move with him.
We enter the building with our night vision glasses on. I take out the two confused-looking guards before they can find their bearings and shoot us. Michael nods and we keep moving.
We turn the corner and come up behind three more guys. Michael takes out two and I take out the third one.
A door opens on the left and a guy steps out. Michael uses his body to shield me, much to my annoyance. However, I arabesque, lifting onto one leg and stealing enough height to aim over Micheal’s head to shoot the guy once in the head and twice in the chest.
Michael looks over his shoulder at me, but I don’t have time to poke my tongue out at him like I want to. Two more guys pour out from the room the last one came from. I toss one gun in the air, then place my palm into Michael’s back to reposition him out of my way.
Catching my gun, I then take them down and move around Michael to move forward. Once we clear this floor, we move swiftly to the next, where we should find our targets.
We enter a wide-open room. It has the feel of a gallery, which I believe it once was from the recon I did on the building. I take a deep breath as everything changes. Our targets are here, but so are at least twenty other men. The only good thing is the fact that they haven’t noticed us.
I reload quickly. I’ll need the fresh clips to clear this room. Michael seems to have the same thought as he does as well.
“I love you, Sim. Don’t?—”
Before he can finish whispering his words, I take out two of our targets. They are taller than the others, giving me clear headshots. However, that alerts the others to our presence.
Michael hits one of our other main targets as I move forward behind one of the pillars surrounding the perimeter of the room. Bullets are now flying our way. Our final two targets are on the move, trying to escape.
Michael has started to chart the same path as me on the other side of the room. My focus is on the last two targets. We can’t allow them to escape.
I move faster, then I leap into the air, landing in the perfect firing range as they get to a door at the back of the room. I pull the trigger and take out both their knees. The two men drop to the ground and the men who were trying to get them out turn and begin to fire on us.
Michael takes two out swiftly. The third fires a shot at me, but I duck out of the way. Michael shoots him in the shoulder, then runs up behind him and viciously snaps his neck.
I move to stand over the last two, who are groaning in agony. Michael reaches my side as I put two in the first one’s head. Michael finishes off the other.
Quickly, we head out of the exit they were trying to escape through. Michael bolts the door behind us, and we rush down the stairs. The exit at the bottom dumps us right out into the back lot, which will lead straight to our vehicle.
Job sixty-one done. One hundred and fifty-five kills. Still never touched once.