Page 8 of Iron Rations


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“Alright, we move on my mark,” Chase commanded.

“I’m gonna regret this,” I muttered as I got to my knees.

I grabbed the crossbow and aimed at the wall just above the window, taking aim.

“Three, two, one…mark!”

I released the arrow. The metal smashed through the brick, the grippers latching onto the wall as I pulled it taut. I quickly secured the line, then attached my carabiner to the trolley and secured it to the harness.

“Tate, move!” Chase snapped.

“Do you want to do this?” I asked, stepping up onto the ledge. I didn’t look down at the drop below. We were too high for anyone on the street to see us, but there were other issues I was worried about. Like falling to my death. I’d done dangerous stunts before during my time as a SEAL, but I wasn’t in the military anymore. Death-defying stunts weren’t supposed to be part of my everyday life.

I took a breath and grabbed the cable, resting back until my chest was parallel with the cable and I was teetering over the edge. Hand over hand, I pulled myself across the wide expanse, going as fast as I could. I was dragging my ass up one story so we’d have an easier trip on the way back. My muscles strained slightly, mostly because I hadn’t done shit like this in a long time, and I was tense as hell.

“If you go any fucking slower, you’ll get caught,” Chase muttered.

“Yeah, this part of the plan must be hard for you, ya know, sitting in the car and watching me twenty-five stories below.”

“Don’t worry, Tate. I’ve got your back,” Patrick piped in. “I’ve got a net that spring-loaded to shoot out if you fall.”

“Did Fox give you that?” I grunted.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I think I’ll take my chances with the fall.”

“You’d definitely die.”

I chuckled to myself. “Don’t worry. You’ll see my face again soon.”

“I don’t think I want to know what you’re talking about,” he muttered.

He definitely didn’t. Knowing Fox, he purposely gave Patrick a faulty net just so he could try out his new face mask of me.

I reached the window and spun, pressing the tips of my toes on the window ledge. I pulled out my knife, ready to break in. “Are you sure Rae shut down the system?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

“Fuck, I hate my job.”

“Hugo’s about to enter his apartment. You have to get the window open at the same time he walks in so it doesn’t trip any alarms.”

“Right, easy peasy since I can see him walk through the fucking door.”

Even though Rae had control of the system, she could only get access to certain aspects of the security system without signaling someone that the security had been reset.

I got to work, jamming my knife under the frame. I only had five minutes to get in and out, and I wasn’t sure this plan of Chase’s was going to work.

“Get the window open,” Chase demanded.

“I’m working on it. Would you give me a fucking minute?”

“My grandmother could do this faster.”

“Your grandmother probably eats Wheaties for breakfast every morning,” I grunted, finally getting the window to open a scant inch. I slipped the tool inside, working it up the inside of the window until I could flip the lock. Just as it clicked open, the door to the bedroom opened and a man walked through.

“Fuck. We’ve got a situation.”

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