Page 129 of Unruly

Well, after Zeke’s work for five days straight to get every single piece of information he could that would be usable for them tonight, Cross let his friend take his pick.

Zeke’s pick was Timur.

Surprise, surprise.

In both ears, buzzing began almost one after the other. Cross let go of the gun to press the Bluetooths’ on buttons. Instantly, he heard Rick’s voice in one ear, and the Capo—Jason—in his other.

“You there, boss?”

“In position,” Cross replied to Rick. “You two?”

“I’m good,” Rick said.

“Almost,” came Jason’s voice. Then, an oof noise before he muttered, “Fucking slippery ass roof, piece of shit.”

Rick chuckled.

Cross just rolled his eyes. “Who has Zeke on their end?”

“Me,” Rick said. “He says he’s good.”

“All right,” Jason grumbled. “Freezing my balls off on this roof, boss.”

“You’ll be fine. Let’s not pretend like you don’t have a piece of pussy at home waiting to warm ‘em up,” Cross replied.

“Yeah, well—”

“We gonna shoot, or what?” Rick asked.

“Relax, Rick. You fuck up your shot when you get too excited. Remember, always—”

“Slow down your breathing, get your heart rate settled, and take the shot between beats.”

So, maybe Cross had been training some of his guys on how to properly shoot a sniper rifle for a while. It was a good skill to have.

Clearly.

“In sights,” Rick said.

That was Cross’s cue to look in his own scope, and find his target. Through the haze of greens and blacks, he zoomed in on a window on the third floor of Vlad Sokolov’s home. An office, he thought, when he had checked out the place in the daytime from afar.

“Confirm with Zeke that the wife is out of town,” Cross said.

He heard Rick pass the question along before a simple, “Yep.”

A human-like green-shaped form passed the window. Cross adjusted his shot accordingly.

“Likely in sight,” he said. “Jason?”

“Working on it.”

“Work faster.”

A sigh echoed.

“Jason, hang up from me and get Rick on your call.”

One step at a time …