52. Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-One
Jaylen
P arking the car a couple streets away from where Danny and the few men he has with him are supposedly camping out, I glance down at the tablet in Kaleb's hand, looking at the multiple camera screens shown to us.
"Miles said he's only seen four men enter and leave this plot in the last couple days.
One was the man Leo injured, he's now dead.
He confirmed one of the others was Danny.
With one dead, there's only three in that building, so this should be easy," Kaleb says, clicking on one of the screens that shows the entrance to the factory where Danny's holed up.
I glance around the darkening streets outside, my eyes coasting over the boarded-up windows on all of the buildings down this street.
"Is this whole place deserted?"
"Pretty much," he says. "This was an industrial site filled with warehouses and factories, but as far as I'm aware, and from listening to Miles ramble on earlier, they've all been abandoned since 2019."
"Perfect place to hide out then," I mutter.
"Okay, look. One of them is coming out and walking around, clearly checking the perimeter," Kaleb says, nudging me and pointing at the tablet in his hands .
Glancing over at the screen, I see the man he's talking about, and I frown as I lean closer to the screen.
"He looks old," I state, zooming in on the screen, trying to get a better look at his face.
"What's that matter? You gonna feel bad choking out an old man?"
"No. I'm just surprised because I'd have thought that anyone willingly helping Danny would be young. The older guys should surely be following Killian, not Danny."
Kaleb shrugs and pulls out his phone.
"I'll text Dom and tell him to let Killian know. Take a picture after you choke him out, then Killian can decide what he wants to do with the rat."
The remaining rays of sunlight disappear, and I crack my neck, and awkwardly twist my body around, stretching out my limbs.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Kaleb asks, watching me with a look of confusion.
"Stretching."
"Looks more like you're trying out for the gymnastics team," he retorts, rolling his eyes. "Let's go before you freak me out even more."
I scoff, and shake my head, but follow his lead, getting out of the car and checking that both my guns and my knife are secured in place before I close the door and walk over to Kaleb's side.
"Once we get to the end of this street, I'll text Miles and he'll disable the cameras for us, just in case they're also tapping into the feed. Then we get closer and lie in wait until one of them comes out, okay?"
"Yes. I remember the plan," I tell him, walking ahead of him down the street.
"Can never be too sure with that pea brain of yours. "
Fucking hell. This is going to be a long night.
We head down the street, and round the corner, leading us down another equally dark road with just as many abandoned buildings.
"They should think about turning this into a new location for Fright Night," I say, waiting for Kaleb to message Miles before we move forward again.
"That's what you're thinking about right now?"
"Yeah. Why? What are you thinking about?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder to look at him, genuinely curious as to what a psychopath like him thinks about on his way to torture and murder someone.
"Sophia," he states, tapping me on the shoulder as he walks past me towards the street that leads to Danny and his little minions. "If you want specifics, then I'm thinking about last night when she—"
I plug my fingers in my ears and start humming a random tune, blocking out whatever he was going to say.
"My arse is going numb," I whine, shuffling around in an attempt to get the blood flowing properly through my body again.
Kaleb yanks on my arm, pulling me back behind the bush we've been crouching behind for the last forty minutes.
"Stop complaining and man the fuck up," he growls.
"Just because I'm sensitive doesn't mean I'm less manly."
He glares at me, nostrils flaring .
"I swear to god, I'll leave you here alone if you say one more stupid fucking sentence, King."
I mimic zipping up my lips and throwing away the key, purely to piss him off without even saying another word, and when he punches me in the arm, I struggle to hold back my laughter knowing I succeeded.
Hearing the sound of metal clanging has all of the amusement draining from my body immediately.
My eyes dart to the bush in front of us as I try to look through the small gaps in the hedge to see where the sound came from.
"Left side," Kaleb whispers, just as the older man we saw earlier walks around the corner to the front of the factory we're staking out.
"Ready?" I ask quietly.
He nods, grabs his gun from his waistband and then gestures for me to go out before him.
Grabbing my gun, I stay crouched as I move out from behind the bush, silently moving through the dark towards the factory with Kaleb's hand resting on my shoulder to help me know where he is.
We stick close to the boxes and crates lined on both sides of the short road that leads to the front of the factory, and my eyes stay glued to the older man standing outside, lighting his cigarette.
As we get a good few feet away from him, we stop, watching him as he blows out clouds of smoke, lazily scanning his eyes across the area in front of him that's blanketed by the night sky.
Once he's finished smoking, he makes his way back towards the side of the building.
Before he reaches the corner, Kaleb and I quickly lunge towards him .
I wrap my arm around his neck and press the muzzle of my gun against his temple as Kaleb forces his into the man's mouth as soon as it opens in an attempt to make noise.
My arm tightens around his neck, and he starts flailing around, trying to fight us off.
I lean back to avoid a punch to the head, but I don't manage to move my legs out of the way before he kicks me.
I hiss in pain and purposely press my forearm further against his throat.
His hands slap against my arm, nails scratching at my T-shirt as he tries and fails to remove my arm.
As I continue to block his airflow, his attempts get sloppier until his body finally becomes limp in my arms.
Kaleb pulls his gun out, grimacing at the spit covering it.
"I'm so glad I didn't use Holly for that," he says, cringing as he shakes the gun out while I drop the man to the floor in front of me.
"No point trying to get it off yet. Who knows if you'll be sticking it in someone else's mouth again once we're inside," I say, stepping over the man at my feet, accidentally kicking him in the process.
We silently make our way towards the door at the side of the building that's propped open by a shovel.
"Guess we won't be needing the UDC after all," I whisper, picking up the shovel and walking inside what seems to have been an old stairwell, except there are no longer stairs leading to the level above, just a pile of crumbled concrete and a metal rail along the wall.
Kaleb quietly closes the door behind us, and then we remain still, listening for any noises, or movement inside .
Hearing a muffled conversation confirms that there's at least two people in the other part of the factory.
I glance over my shoulder at Kaleb, and he nods, holding up two fingers to assure me that he can also hear them.
He pulls his other gun from the holster around his leg, flicking off the safety.
Taking a deep breath, I do the same, closing my eyes as I focus on the weight of them in my hands and then think about the situation ahead of us.
Opening my eyes I turn back to Kaleb, seeing him looking off into the distance, a blank expression on his face.
I nudge him to gain his attention.
"Don't be stupid," I whisper. "You have a family now. You be careful."
He scowls at me but nods his head regardless.
"I'll shoot anyone that isn't Danny and then go wait outside."
"Okay, good. Ready?"
"Always," he says, smirking at me.