Page 76 of Acting on Instinct
Ty wove through the narrow streets, slowing as he approached Tango Five’s building.
T-Rex stepped out of the shadows and over to the back of the van.
With a press of the button, the back door eased open, and T-Rex laid his guy inside. “Heard old Phossy had some breathing problems,” T-Rex said as he pulled the doors shut.
Since no one was in the road, Ty flipped on the light so T-Rex could be more efficient getting things in place.
“My guy’s breathing,” T-Rex said. A moment later. “Phossy’s breathing. Bet it was hell giving this guy mouth-to-mouth.”
“Luckily, it didn’t come to that.” Ty flipped the lights off.
“Looks like Rory had some fun. That bite mark is pretty deep.”
“If you don’t want the bite, then you shouldn’t be in the fight,” Ty chanted.
“Rough?”
“Not fun,” Ty said.
The next few minutes of silence were broken when Ty called out, “Nitro’s here. Get ready to jump out the back and take over driving.”
One more stat check because T-Rex was responsible for three sedated men. They were positioned back to belly in the cargo space, leaving one more spot for Tango Four.
Standing on the sidewalk, Rory sniffed around the streetlamp. As he lifted his back leg and left his mark, T-Rex drove off.
T-Rex would only be solo for two klicks up the street, then Jeopardy would be babysitter while T-Rex finished the round ups and drove toward the Seine, where they’d wait for the extraction team.
Nitro gave Ty a high five. “Looks like your guy went kinetic.”
“Surprisingly amped for a soap-slicked naked guy, fighting with a shower curtain weapon.”
“You’re kidding.” Nitro put his hands on his hips. “How the hell did that happen?”
“Door alarm gave him a heads up.”
The two started walking down the street, moving two blocks south, then one block east, and there it was, the last van of the night, their exit strategy.
It was time to go check on the production apartment.
***
Nitro, Ty, and Rory stood at the open apartment door and scanned.
The boxes were exactly as they’d been photographed by White’s team.
Rory took one sniff, then indicated for explosives without even walking into the room or being commanded.
“Okay, well that’s not good,” Nitro said. “Maybe we leave anything out here that might spark or cause static.”
“The men shucked their backpacks, and Ty set Rory to guard their equipment.
With a knife, Ty cut through the tent fabric to get a good look inside. It was lined with Mylar to reflect the body heat of the men working inside.
Would it raise the temperature enough to be comfortable? No.
But it would raise it enough so their fingers wouldn't stiffen up.
One of the boxes was open. There was a stabilizing gel around a vest. Other components were stacked in neat piles.
