Ice (Regulators MC 1)

The location of the feeds narrowed the women to a service room for janitorial supplies, which has an underground parking garage next to it where we are able to drive the vans right inside. We can see the cameras as we enter, but Screech has scrambled their feed. Once he got a lock on the location, he was able to hack in and control their system. They have no guard on the garage because it would arouse suspicion on the building. Another mistake on their part that I plan to take full advantage of.

The biggest concern we have is that there is only one way in and one way out. Without the ability to exit from a different point, it creates a kill box that makes it easy for your target to pick you off one by one as you try to come and go. This means we will have to stay vigilant while we move through the building.

We have learned they were using the service elevator to bring the girls up to the hotel rooms to service the clients; therefore, Screech scrambled the upstairs cameras, as well. Once the men inside realize all of the cameras are not functioning, they are going to spread throughout the building looking for trouble, and my men and I are ready to show them plenty.

Exiting the four vans, Coal and his team of five ready to make the assent using the stairwells to seek out any victims upstairs. Our intel shows Sandoval runs his operation from his office on the third floor. Knowing his God complex, we don’t expect there to be anyone on the couple of floors above him, but we have already discussed Coal and his team double checking them to be sure.

Hammer and his team spread out to surround the garage. He will be on stand-by to assist Coal if he gets upstairs and finds more people than we visually confirmed on the feeds. Otherwise, as we evacuate the girls, he will direct and aid in loading the vans. Once full, he and his team will take the vans out and switch to our back up vehicles to keep the flow of rescued girls continuous.

Throwing my arm up in a ninety degree angle, I hold up my fist in the stand by position as I ready myself for whatever may greet me on the other side of the metal door in front of me. Knowing there will be a barrage of bullets once they realize we are here, I say a silent prayer our Kevlar vests will do their jobs. I have a little girl I have every intention of going home to today, and I don’t plan on bringing home any of my guys in body bags.

My chest rises and falls as I listen intently through the outside of the door for any signs that Sandoval’s guys are clued in to us. Thankfully, I hear nothing abnormal, only a couple of muffled voices.

Giving Screech the low affirmative that we are in position, he begins our countdown. Five. I feel my men tense up behind me. Four. Readying themselves to head into action. Three. Inhale deeply. Two. Exhale slowly. One. It’s go time.

I give the signal to my men to move in and place my hand on my gun while Skid moves to open the door. As soon as the door opens enough to allow me entrance, I move through it, ready to face anyone who might be on the other side with Coal and Big Jim right behind me. Coal moves on to his part of our mission, while Big Jim helps me engage our enemy.

Immediately, the guards jump up on the other side of the room where they were lazily sitting around a table. They reach for their weapons in a scramble, but I won’t give them a chance to save their own sorry asses. I fire off shots in rapid succession as we fully enter the room, trying to aim high to avoid hitting one of the victims in the cages, which are on the floor between us and our targets.

Simultaneously, as Big Jim and I lay down cover fire, Coal and his team move to the stairwell on our immediate left. They disappear as silently as wraiths up the stairs in an attempt to surprise anyone above them.

My focus never moves off the men in front of me as part of my team rushes in through the door behind us. Moving forward, I remain focused on our targets.

We manage to take two of the four guards out quickly while the other two duck for cover. Dipshit number one tries to hide behind a concrete pillar. The few girls not drugged beyond oblivion cry out in fear, although most of them are tucked in the corners of their cages, unresponsive to the chaos. Dipshit number two has crouched behind one of the crates, using a helpless woman for a shield. By the frantic movements of his hands, I can tell his clip has jammed, giving me the opportunity to move in on him. Just as I get to him, Rocks fires and takes out dipshit one.