Promises Part 2 (Bounty Hunters 2)

Quick locked up his computer since he wouldn’t be coming back to the office. After the seize he planned to drop Duke off at home and continue to his place to handle a few tasks before it was time for his date. Quick triple checked his 9mm handguns before he holstered his weapons at his sides. He had a blade in his boot and one hooked to his belt. Both were necessary and had saved his life on more than one occasion. His utility vest held a silencer in one pocket, lock picking tools, police-issue pepper spray, and a couple other cool gadgets Ford had gotten from his military contacts. The grenades, they left locked in the safe at the office. Quick never laughed as hard when he saw Duke’s reaction when Ford opened up the box, revealing three real military hand grenades. “When the hell are we going to have to use those, Ford?” Duke hollered, shaking his head frantically. It was quite a sight. Duke threatened Ford’s life if he got them in trouble for possessing illegal military contraband. However, there was a seize in Buckhead about four months ago where one of those grenades would’ve come in handy.

Standing in their spacious building, each of them reflected on what was important to them as they prepared not just their weapons, but their minds. They were a band of brothers, an army. When together, their defense was impenetrable.

After their final moments of silence, Ford asked for everyone’s attention while he unlocked the bottom cabinet of his own desk and pulled out something that looked like a storage box for cigars. Oh, boy. Here we go. What is it today? Live mines to put around the building, perhaps? When Quick moved in closer, he noticed what was in the box. Eight of them. Masculine identical wrist watches. Quick didn’t know why, but they looked rare and expensive. They were similar to any higher-end sports watch, but there was no brand name.

“These are military grade. Can’t get them anywhere,” Ford said proudly.

“You got them.” Quick smirked.

Ford was a man of few words. He responded by methodically lifting the cover like the contents were poisonous and held out one of the watches to Quick. He took it, shaking his head. “I like my own watch.”

“I’m sure you do. But this one can save your life.”

Quick was more interested now. “How so? Does it shoot poisonous darts?”

Ignoring him, Ford pushed a button on the side, and the face glowed bright orange. It had all the important components of a regular watch, including the crown for adjusting the time, but there were three buttons on the opposite side that didn’t belong.

“Top button alerts and dispatches emergency services to your exact location. Think of OnStar. Kinda works like that. Middle one is linked to all of us. If you press and hold for three or more seconds, our watches will alarm with your exact location. It will also relay back to you when we receive your message. The last button you can program to do whatever you want. It can link to any one time piece or to any registered cell, land, or secure line.”

“Damn. That’s wild as hell, Ford. How did you get these gadgets, man?” Dana asked, taking his own watch off and fastening the one Ford handed to him securely around his right wrist.

Quick did the same. The wide strap of black leather was pulled tight while he surveyed the features. The center of the watch was a typical dial with ivory watch hands and a recessed dial that was a mother of pearl etching of the world. It was classy as fuck, but the leather band would match the expensive piece with any possible outfit.

As soon as they all had their own, each of them familiarizing themselves with the new gadget, a shrill alarm pierced the room, making all of them instinctually reach for their firearms. Ford had pushed his alert on his watch.

“You’re an ass,” Dana yelled over the noise, holding his hand over his chest. The shrill ring sounded like a firehouse alarm. There was no way to miss it or ignore it.

“This is what it will sound like if you push the button to alert anyone in the team,” Ford explained, continuing his short demonstration. “You can contact one of us or all of us at the same time. We’re talking state of the art, boys. This thing can get tossed into the deepest parts of the ocean and still work.” He showed them a few other interesting features, including web and some phone services. Quick was tech savvy enough that he was able to catch on fairly easy.

Quick saw a map display on the face of his watch, the time now flashing a digital display at the top. A red dot pulsed over the map, then the address to their office appeared a millisecond later. This thing was the fucking truth. It was basically a GPS tracker that also told the time. Maybe it would come in handy. He’d need two, though.