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Brooks kept his gun trained on Banks. “Agreed. Take it."
Hunter's heart raced. If he could just get close to those wires, he could prevent the explosion.
“Hunter, back up,” Banks commanded. “I know you were on the bomb squad. I know you are trying to think of how to get rid of this bomb. I'm telling you, if you get too close, I will detonate it."
In every operation, Hunter had been trained as a SEAL to weigh the risks and rewards. So Hunter did exactly what Trey had done. He put his gun into the air and moved back toward Banks. “You win. We won’t fight you. Take whatever you want and go.”
Banks chuckled. “Right. Like I'm going to believe you’ll just walk away from the gold.”
“So you somehow discovered there's gold underneath the cellar?” asked Trent.
Brooks shook his head. "I don't think so."
Banks grinned. “You thought we were doing reconnaissance on the caves, but you never noticed we flew over the inn on our way there. We matched the same titanium in that key, to a huge deposit of titanium beneath the house."
Brooks raised his gun too. “Let the women and kids go and we'll help you get to it. Then you can have the gold."
Banks shook his head and scowled. "I don't believe you."
Marshall cocked his gun and pointed it at Banks. "Believe it, but not until all the women and children are out of the house,” said Marshall. “My gun is trained on your head, Banks. I’ll have a bullet in your brain before you can detonate that bomb.”
Every part of Hunter wanted to run to the bomb, dive on the wires, and cut the ones that needed to be cut, but he measured those risks and rewards again. Banks still had time to detonate it. Someone needed to jump on Banks and get that detonator.
As if reading his thoughts, Trey gave him a pointed look and gestured to the wires.
Banks scoffed. “I just can't believe you guys missed it. From the readings we took, there's a material that exactly matches whatever is beneath your cellar.”
“No, there’s not,” Trey said, looking genuinely confused. “I tore this whole house apart when we were doing the remodel."
Banks’s eyes glimmered, and he laughed again. “Now here’s the funny thing. I told you, I didn’t track gold. No, your good old dad was too smart for that. It was just the titanium.”
“You better be careful bringing up our dad,” Marshall said in a growl.
Trent leaned into Hunter. "Red, then green."
Hunter's heart raced. Trent wasn't the bomb expert, but of course he had some training.
Banks held up a detonator and took a step back. “Back up.”
Trey didn't back up. “Dude, let's put that down. We can check it out together. Let's just get the women and children out first.”
Hunter took a step toward the wires and grabbed the tool from his vest. He just needed enough time to figure out which one to cut.
"Go," Trent whispered to him. Then he moved toward Banks. "Banks, I have a bone to pick with you."
Banks retreated further. “Hold still.” His voice rose in pitch. “Just back up. My guys will shoot you all."
Trent dove onto Banks.
Banks cursed.
Shots sounded.
Hunter rushed at the wires, sliding to the ground and quickly cutting the red, then the green.
More shots.
Hunter turned back and noted Trent was off Banks, but Trey was on him, rolling around.
