Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"Fucking nice," Zayne says, a thrill in his voice I'd expect from a kid on Christmas morning, not a man about to potentially be involved in a murder, depending on how far Bobby is willing to take things.
They decide which weapon they want, and I'm a little in awe of how Zanye picks up several, handling each one like a seasoned pro before settling on an M-16.
Bobby steps back, an AK-47 held to his chest as if he's about to engage with someone right here on the fucking street.
"Hurry up and pick," he tells me.
I grab a weapon, uncaring of what I have because I have no intention of using it unless it's to beat the shit out of our new friend.
"I'll take the lead," Zayne says once the trunk is closed.
One quick glance in my direction tells me that he needs me to have his back and watch Bobby at the same time.
"Let's get this shit over with," I mutter. "I want to go back to fucking bed."
Chapter 17
Zayne
A car driving by just as we were about to head toward the cabin made us rethink our approach.
Instead of making an entry into the cabin with that junker of a cop car parked right in front, we got back in and drove a little way down the road, parking behind a copse of trees where the vehicle was a little more hidden. Cop cars, especially around these parts, draw a lot of attention. You're just as likely to run up on a meth house out here as you are one of these small hunters' cabins, and people cooking dope pay a lot of attention to who's coming and going.
Bobby looked at me like I was a genius when I suggested the move, and it told me that he hadn't been putting much thought into the crimes he's been committing. It makes me wonder how many times he's been behind bars for shit like this. With the cache of weapons he had in the trunk of the damn car, I could tell this isn't going to be his first armed robbery.
At first, I thought that was a good thing. People breaking the law for the first time are reckless. They're more likely to act on impulse or out of fear, not knowing what's coming next. But a guy with experience could potentially be a little more levelheaded, which would be good for both the hunter and us in the cabin. It's clear the guy is tweaking, which means there's no fucking telling how tonight is going to go.
"Can someone please explain what the fuck we're doing?" Zeus asks.
I know damn well he's smart enough to figure out what the goal of the night is going to be, so that means he's asking so we can decipher where Bobby's head is at.
I keep the tip of my rifle lifted, my heart racing as we make our way through the woods, inching closer to the tiny cabin.
"Hunting season,” Bobby answers, his voice less of a whisper than it should be if he's expecting to sneak up on the people in the cabin.
Some might think that people being prepared, hearing us, and having time to respond would be better, but the guy in this damn cabin is armed. Walking into a situation where someone is locked and loaded, ready to defend what's theirs, is all around bad news for everyone. A surprise approach, a situation where Bobby wouldn't feel the need to defend himself, is best.
"Easy pickings," Bobby continues.
I pause, glancing back at Zeus. I've done this more times than I can count, but that never stops the adrenaline from pulsing in my ears. I know shit like this is necessary. Breaking the law has to seem like an easy feat for the man I'm supposed to be. I know that, to save one group of victims, I have to create others, and I don't take it lightly.
I also know Cerberus. I’ve had more than one conversation with Kincaid while in New Mexico to know that, although there will be nothing that can really be done about their mental health and the fear that will no doubt plague this man later, Cerberus will make this situation right with them.
Whatever we take tonight will be replaced at the club's expense in some form of anonymous restitution, but knowing that only eases a little of the guilt I feel for what is about to happen.
Zeus has been a hero his whole life. He might've had jobs where he had to pretend to be someone else, but I highly doubt he's ever been put in a situation like this one. Just like I was the very first time, I know the man is struggling mentally, fighting the urge to knock Bobby out, and say just to hell with the entire mission.