Keep them close, Agent.
Their days are numbered.
"Fuck," I yell, running out the door. Tearing through the living room, I pass the Masons, shock flashing across their faces. "Dresden, seal the windows, now!"
Taking the stairs two at a time, I bust into Bl
ake's bedroom, drop to the floor and pull two guns from under the bed. I’d prepared for the worst in the wake of Jax's departure. In the closet, I grab the spare bag of ammunition.
Only the lamps on either side of the sofa light the living room as I enter, throwing the bag and guns on the kitchen counter. The Masons sit together in the center of the sofa, wide-eyed, watching as the team moves around them. Shannon is shaking, holding Blake's hand so hard her knuckles are white.
"Python!"
Dresden appears from the stairs, his assault rifle in hand. "Yes, ma'am?"
This is a different side of us, the well-oiled machine, requiring no directions or discussions. Despite the course of my life currently, this is a familiar and welcome rush. My team's my family as much as Blake and his are, and together, I know we can get any job done as long as we stay focused.
"Stay with Blake and the others. If anything comes through the front door, shoot it."
He nods, moving to stand between the sofa and the door.
"Boa!" I trudge past her office, turning into mine.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"What do you got?"
"White male, late forties, strong build. I'm scanning the CCTV within a twenty block radius to see if I can find him."
"Let me know when you have something."
"Of course."
I grab the letter off my desk, and hurry back to the living room. Rhett and Jameson are there, each standing by a window, peeking through the curtains every few seconds.
"Boomslang, give me a cell phone scan for every call made within two blocks of this apartment in the last three hours."
"You got it!"
"This is why you need the guns." I thrust the letter at Blake and pull out my cell phone, pressing one of the speed dial buttons.
"Monroe."
"It's Williams. We got another threat. Directly from The Taurus this time. The apartment is on lock-down."
"Shit. Those bastards don't waste time do they?"
"No, sir."
"What do you need?"
"I'm going to have Rhett call you in fifteen. We need weapons. We can't hold this place if they storm it with what we’ve got."
"Done. Tell him to give me a list. I'll have them sent to you."
"Thank you, sir."
"Viper," his tone softens.