Chapter 27 #2
Leaning back so she could see Indi’s face, she flashed her a thumbs-up sign, then pointed at herself to indicate to Indi she should follow her lead.
Puzzled, Indi nonetheless nodded, alert to Brooke’s movements as the graphic artist felt a wicked smile curl the edges of her mouth.
Clay Langston had no fucking idea what he had bought himself with his sleazy con and all the harm he had done to the people Brooke cared about.
But he was about to learn a very painful lesson, if Brooke had anything to say about it.
Because this piece of shit fuckstick was about to go down.
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“No movement that I can see.” Trill was across the street from Cask & Canvas, a spotting scope with night vision in front of her, peering through the big picture window in the front of the microbrewery.
The St. Petersburg police were diverting traffic around the block, citing a possible underground water main break—while making it appear the Public Works department was investigating—so no suspicions were aroused.
“This is a fucking shitty vantage point. I can barely see dick in there, even with the night vision on the scope. We can’t breach through the front entrance until Teagan’s team ensures the alarm has been disabled. Remy’s working on it now.”
The rest of the APS management team, scattered in different places so they stayed off radar, remained alert.
Kenn and Casey were covering the rear of the facility, Bryn was having a discreet conversation with one of the police officers, and Blake kept Brooke up to date via comm so Brooke could keep abreast of their plans.
“I’ll let you know when the alarm has been disabled, baby, and we’re ready to breach.
Drew and I will be the first two in as soon as we can confirm the taproom is still clear.
Be alert because we’ll be moving fast. We have no way of knowing if Langston is in the office or in the rear brewing section, but I suspect he’ll be focused on looking for information in the office. Hang tight.”
“Less than ten minutes before Rem has the alarm disabled, cuz. She’s moving carefully so she doesn’t trigger anything else,” Teagan told her over the comm.
“We’re almost there. Shae and Dani are on-site now, Riley has them in the loop, and they’re communicating with Indi.
Right before we breach, we’ll let Brooke and Indi know through the comms to stay concealed and hold their fire because we’ll be in there.
That way, we can take that motherfucker down without any issues. ”
Blake blew out a deep breath, praying that her woman was okay, knowing the whole explosive situation was about to ignite. “Let’s hope, Teag. Let’s hope. Because I will ventilate that human piece of garbage myself, if it’s the last thing I ever do.”
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Fuck. Brooke closed her eyes for a moment when she heard Teagan’s words.
She and Indi didn’t have ten minutes. Hearing Clay Langston screaming in fury because he couldn’t find what Rob Kilgore had hidden meant he was on the verge of storming into the brewery operations room to hunt them down until he found them.
Thinking rapidly, Brooke used hand signals to convey to Indi that she wanted the Infinity operative to draw Langston’s attention toward her and the storage tanks positioned in the middle while Brooke snuck around the outside of the last containment tank where she was hidden.
Understanding lit India’s expression, and she nodded, immediately focusing on the door to the office as Brooke slipped around the side of the last tank.
Her heart in her mouth, she heard Clay stomping to the entrance to the operations room a moment later, yelling at the top of his lungs.
“You fucking bitches are dead.” Clay appeared in the doorway between the microbrewery office and the operations section. “What did you do with those files, you cunts? I know you have them! Swear to Christ, when I find you, a bullet in your thick skulls is too good for you! Now, where are they?!”
Temper, temper, thought Brooke maliciously.
Eat shit and die, dickhead. She signaled to Indi that they needed to wait until Langston had started across the room.
Clay, however, hesitated before starting to make the trek to where the tanks were located.
“You have something up your sleeve, you little bitches, don’t you?
” He cocked his head, thinking for a minute.
Then he shook his head, the rage on his face growing.
“The hell with this. I don’t have the time to fuck with you.
” Firing two shots at the containment tanks, he advanced across the operations floor as liquid started trickling out from the tanks, seeping onto the floor below.
Here goes, thought Brooke, taking a deep breath as she signaled to Indi to make a small bit of noise to draw Langston further away from where Brooke was hidden.
Come at us, you piece of shit. This is for Sandy and Gene and Marion and all the others you have cheated and stolen from over the years and destroyed their lives.
The inside of a prison cell is the only thing you deserve to see for the rest of your life, asshole, and I will do whatever it takes to help put you there. Whatever else, you can bet on that.