Page 86 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“Vi, think,” Indie urged.

“I can only think of one thing.”

“We’ll get him.”

“We need to get him now. And I’m not getting into hand-to-hand combat with these motherfuckers.”

“Agreed.” Indie pointed to a corner of the building. “There’s one hiding.”

“Where?”

“Behind that crate.”

“Got ‘em.” Vi turned the Terradyne in that direction and gunned it. She hit the wooden crate with the sixteen thousand pound vehicle going full speed. The Gurkha might not be fast but, damn, it was effective.

The wood splintered and rained down around them as the man was splattered into the wall behind it.

Like a damn bug.

That had to hurt.

Indie hooted. “Damn, three points for that one.”

Vi glanced around. “See any more?”

“Not yet. We’ll have to take this to a car wash once we’re done here. Having blood and guts plastered all over the front of this beast might catch some attention.”

No shit. But what they wouldn’t be able to wash away was evidence of someone shooting at them. While the vehicle was bulletproof, it still left a mark.

But as of now, she didn’t give a flying fuck about blood and guts, as long as they weren’t Reaper’s. “Back right corner?”

“Yes. I see a door over there. Are you going to blast right through it?”

“No. Because I don’t know where Reaper is in that room. He could be right on the other side of that door. Maybe even unconscious and unable to move out of the way.”

Her sister asked, “How’d we end up so smart?”

“Mom.”

Indie laughed.

Vi didn’t. Instead, she kept her head on a swivel, looking for any more of the Chens’ armed goons.

She took the vehicle out of gear and glanced over at her sister. “Cover me.”

“What are you doing?”

“Getting Reaper the fuck out of there.”

Stepping out of a bulletproof tank was risky, but she had no choice.

She was also out of time. They had to assume the Chens had been informed about the building breach and were sending more men to the warehouse. They needed to grab Reaper and get the fuck out of there as soon as possible.

“Got you covered,” Indie announced as she kept scanning the warehouse with the Desert Eagle in hand.

With a single nod, Vi shoved open the driver’s door, hesitating for only a few seconds to make sure no one was actively shooting at her, then she hopped down.

She rushed to the front of the vehicle to where the heavy-duty winch was mounted. With adrenaline causing her hands to shake, Vi released the lock so the winch free-wheeled and pulled the thick steel cable far enough to attach the hook to the door handle after testing it to make sure it was locked. It was, as expected. “If you can hear me, Reaper, back away from the door!”