Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Magic: Of course I could. That shouldn’t even be a question.
Ocean: The real question is are you ready, Rebel?
Me: Always.
Ocean: All the way ready?
Me: Yes, Mom!
Magic: I really want to ask how you got your hands on dynamite so easily, but I’m not gonna.
Me: Me? Ask Ocean how she taught me to make a bomb in about three seconds.
Ocean: We all have our skills. Now let’s put them to use shall we?
Me: Going dark.
I send the message before I clear out the chat to slip from my bed. Normally I’d have Magic cover my trail from leaving the house, but I’ll have to deal with the fallout later once my brother or Gilly realizes I’ve snuck out and back in. I trust Ocean and Magic, but I don’t let anyone near the tech within our family home.
Plus, they might not notice. The house is still in a rebuilding phase after we got into a small war with another family. I’d been pissed at the time when my windows had gotten blown out, but now I’m rather thankful. I was here when it was put back together and the new alarm system put back on them.
I grab my black bag, slinging it on before I double check my 9mm. I slip it back into its holster under my hoodie and pull my gloves on. I’m going to need them–and not just for the fall.
I remind myself to give at the knees when I jump out the window from the second floor. I let the palms of my hands help brace me as I hit the ground. They also help me push off so I can take off at a dead run toward the trees.
When I get to the stone wall that lines our home, I scale it quickly, the gloves giving me the help I need and protecting my hands. Ocean was right about these things. As promised, I spot a car waiting for me a short distance away.
“Hey.” I knock on the window.
“Megan?” the man asks.
“Yeah.” He unlocks the door, and I slip into the back. “You already got the location?”
“Yep.” The Lyft driver takes off. I pull my phone back out.
Me: Megan? Really.
She was the biggest bitch at our prep school. Her father was a senator or some shit.
Magic: You got your ride. That’s all that matters.
I let out a breath and try to relax. Being on home lockdown has been hard for me. I got to finish school remotely, but idle hands and all. Sometimes I peek into the dark web. Okay, not just sometimes.
I’m really not one that should get to judge about the drug trade since my family's business includes a touch of it, but this is different. I’m not talking about your run-of-the-mill drugs. Sure, they do damage, but my focus is the creeps that produce ketamine and Rohypnol. I have a major problem with those. At least the reason these men are making it for. Their little lab is about to go up in flames.
“You sure this is where you want me to drop you?” the driver asks when we pull down into a warehouse district of town.
“Yep. There’s a rave nearby,” I lie as I get out.
“Where?” I hear him ask but keep walking, knowing Magic has paid the bill and cleared anything out that could trace any of us. I reach into my pocket and pull my ear piece out. The second it’s in place, Ocean’s voice is there.
“I see you,” she sing-songs.
I glance up and around, but I don’t see her. “I sure as fuck don’t see you.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Touché.” I walk quickly toward my target. “You got a scan?”
“Been watching all day. Thermal shows two men inside,” Ocean says as I slip my backpack off and pull out the small bombs she helped me make. I start to line them around the building one by one.
“Jarrod and Keaton?” I confirm. This was their little drug lab, after all.
“Yep, someone else showed up for about an hour, but they left. Had a hat on, and I couldn’t get a good enough scan of the face, so I don’t know who it was, but he’s not there now.”
“K,” I respond as I get back to work.
Magic is quiet, which isn’t surprising. As much as she wants to do this, I know she doesn't love the idea of anyone getting hurt. As for me, I don’t care if they both go up in flames, but I’ve lived a very different life than Magic. So has Ocean.
“Shit,” Ocean mutters as I set the last device. “We got a car. Same one from before. Oh God. He’s got a girl with him.”
I creep around to the front.
“She’s unconscious.” Magic finally speaks.
“What do we do?” Ocean asks.
“We might just find out who has better aim,” I tell her before I step out and pull my gun from the holster. Her drone can fire, but I have no clue how much she’s played with that feature. I don’t have any time to waste. I have to act now. I move quickly, stepping from the shadows and approaching the dickhead with the unconscious woman.