Darkest Before Dawn (KGI 10)

Turn it off. Steele had told him to turn it off, and the man had experience in having to do just that. He’d nearly lost Maren and with it his iron control. Hancock did Honor no good by losing it. He was of no use to her mad with grief. He could get her and the others killed.

“Hold your positions,” Sam ordered. “Vehicle coming in the front gate. As soon as I give the all clear, we go in hot. We need to make it fast. Don’t give a shit how clean. Just make damn sure Honor isn’t caught in the crossfire.”

Everyone had their orders, so radio silence ensued. The snipers would take out their targets as soon as they could be sure Honor wasn’t in the way.

“I’ve got one heat signature completely still and seemingly suspended in midair,” Skylar said quietly.

Hancock knew she wouldn’t break radio silence unless she was sure this was Honor.

“Give me a minute to get a better sight line,” she said. Then she swore, and Hancock’s blood froze.

“It’s below the house. And the signature is faint. I’m betting on a basement secure room. Reinforced walls. Just the kind of place a prisoner would be kept.”

It was the fact that Skylar had said the heat source was completely still that panicked Hancock. And that it was faint. But no. Heat meant life. And if Skylar was right and it was a subroom with reinforced walls, that would explain the faintness of the signal. But not the stillness.

But she was alive, and that was all he could focus on or he’d lose his mind.

“Give me cover,” Hancock said quietly. “The subfloor is mine.”

Rio swore. “Not without backup. Don’t even argue with me.”

Hancock smiled faintly. “You don’t lead me anymore, Rio.”

“That doesn’t mean you still aren’t goddamn mine,” Rio said in a savage tone.

“Rio and I will have your six while the others clear a path,” Conrad said, siding with Rio.

“Vehicle is stopped. Three men. No one else. They’re all inside. We need to move now,” Nathan said.

“Go,” Sam barked.

And all hell broke loose.

Gunfire erupted. Explosions rocked the earth, nearly knocking Hancock to his knees, but Rio and Conrad were there to anchor him as they rushed inside the house, looking for the way down below the main floor.

Resnick’s teams flooded the rooms, taking down every target in their way. Hancock’s only focus was on finding the way down. Rio and Conrad flanked him, but he didn’t slow or wait for their cover. He carried an assault rifle in one hand and a pistol in the hand on the side where he’d taken a bullet to his shoulder.

An initial sweep of the downstairs brought them exactly nothing and Hancock swore viciously. What were they overlooking?

“Calm down and focus,” Rio said quietly. Then he said into the com, “Sky, can you give us a position of the heat signature in the sublevel? We aren’t coming up with shit. We need your eyes.”

“Center. Dead center,” came Skylar’s calm response. “You’re standing right over it. It’s there.”

Hancock dropped to his knees, as did Conrad and Rio, and they felt along the floor for any sign of an entry. Then Hancock’s gaze rose and scanned the walls. A switch, of course. There wasn’t an obvious doorway and the flooring was seamless.

“Get the switches,” he barked to Conrad. “Try them all. There’s a row of half a dozen on the right side of the room. One of them has to open the subfloor.”

Conrad hurried and one by one began flipping the switches. On the last one, Rio nearly stumbled and fell right through the floor when a section smoothly began to slide open, revealing a set of stairs.

Hancock wasted no time. Light was beaming upward, the tiny room flooded with bright light. He stormed down the stairs, prepared for the worst, but not even that could have prepared him for what he discovered.

His knees locked and his stomach lurched when he saw the impossibly small cage suspended from the ceiling and Honor’s body curled into a tight ball, barely fitting into the prison.

The cage began to lower and he glanced over in surprise to see Rio flipping a switch that made the cage slowly descend from the ceiling.

Hancock rushed forward, his heart in his throat, and then it was nearly torn out of his chest when he got a good look at her.

Her wrists and ankles were raw and bloody, her skin torn from the too-tight manacles. Why? She would have no way of escaping the cage. But then Maksimov enjoyed inflicting pain and misery.

Oh God.

He made a sound of a wounded animal and didn’t even realize it had come from him.

Honor was a mess. Her hair a mass of tangles, face bruised and bloodied. Worse, on the floor beneath where the cage had been suspended was a fucking shock probe. And there were burn marks covering her body where Maksimov had obviously shocked her repeatedly.

Tears blurred his vision and he roared with pent-up rage, his entire body shaking. He grabbed the bars as if by sheer will alone he could break them and free her.

He was unstoppable. Rio and Conrad quickly saw the futility in trying to calm Hancock and instead searched for a way to open the cage. When they finally found it, Hancock had bloodied and skinned a good portion of his flesh from his hands in trying to break her free.

Hancock flung open the door but then stopped, his frustration at a boiling point.

“The key,” he rasped. “Where the fuck is the key to get her out of these fucking cuffs?”

Conrad didn’t say anything. He just pushed forward, pulling a lock pick set from his fatigues, and set to work freeing Honor from her restraints.