I am so sorry that I didn't upload this chapter the other day like I said I would but here it is now! Hope you guys enjoy! I'm sorry this chapter is so short but I wanted to all the action in the next one.
BTW, the youtube link is referred to later in the chapter. Listened to this song while I wrote this chapter.
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Chapter 11
John and the rest of the team checked their weapons, making sure they were prepared and functional for the upcoming operation. The debriefing had lasted and hour then a thorough rundown of how things would go down during the operation, or how things should go down anyway. The plan was to go in quick, retrieve the two 'packages' then hand them over to the proper authorities but John feared it wouldn't be that easy. He had a sinking feeling in his gut that something would go wrong.
"Alright men, you've got ten minutes to refresh and memorize the layout of the building before we move out." Jameson stated loudly over all the clicks of clips locking into place on their firearms.
John wouldn't need the ten minutes that was given; with a photographic memory it would take him only five minutes to learn every inch of building space. That was one of the things that made him good at this type of job.
After studying the blueprints of the building, he threw on his Kevlar vest, strapped on the leg holster and stashed the extra gun in it. John looked like he was ready for war and felt the adrenalin start to kick in. Before he lost himself totally in the adrenalin rush he was getting, he wanted to take a few minutes to call Katherine.
John stepped out of the busy room and dialed the only number he knew by heart. A moment later, a continuous sound of beeps greeted him on the other end. That couldn't be right. John dialed again and got the same thing. Something wasn't right.
"You ready to do this?" Willis asked behind him.
John turned around and Willis took a step back. Fury and worry tore through him with such vengeance; it had him almost crushing the phone in his hand.
"John, what's going on man?" Willis asked while taking another step back.
"We need to go now. Something's wrong at home."
Willis nodded in understanding then hurried back into the room. John was pretty sure Willis would let Jameson in on what was going on but right now he could care less. All he cared about was getting Hobbs because he was damn sure Katherine would be not too far away from the snake.
Jameson walked out and stopped at the sight of John. The man could feel fury rolling off his once best team member. Jameson knew that there may have been a chance that John's wife would get thrown into the mix of things but he wouldn't let on about that knowledge. Hobbs had no clue about the deadly fury that was about to be unleashed on him and Jameson just hoped they could get the bastard out alive.
"You'll be team lead on this. Let's go." Jameson said to John.
John stalked back to his bag and grabbed the comm link that would link the whole team.
"Alright men, lets head out. Remember, quick and easy." Jameson said eyeing John.
Hobbs would be damned lucky to have a quick death because if it was up to John, he would kill the son of a bitch slowly and make sure he felt all the pain. Hobbs had no idea the beast he just unleashed...
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Katherine sat there, strapped to the uncomfortable wooden chair remembering all the happy times in her life. All those times had John in them; memories of waking up next to him, memories of the night before that they shared together, even memories of the fights they had. She smiled at the thought of them all. If there was one thing she was absolutely sure of it was John would find her and he wouldn't care who or what he would have to cross to find her.
"If you knew what was in store for you, you wouldn't be smiling." The unknown man said.
Those were the first words he had spoken to her.
"I'm smiling because my husband will find me and when he does, I bet dollars to doughnuts your guts will be laying on the floor." She stated while still smiling.
The man had fear in his eyes for a split second. Katherine smiled again at the fear in his eyes because her husband would tear down heaven and hell to get her back...
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John sat in the backseat of the SUV with the comm link in one ear and an ear bud in the other. While he listened to one song over and over again, his finger caressed the trigger of the M-16 that was resting him in lap. He knew he would probably get a little trigger happy and he had no problem with that. This time when he would take a life, he wouldn't lose a wink of sleep. He just hoped God would show these men some mercy because he wouldn't when he got his hands on them. They didn't deserve his mercy anymore, especially Hobbs.
"Remember quick and easy. Stevens, you're lead." Jameson's voice sounded through the comm link.
"As soon as we get there, fade into the shadows." He continued.
John smiled at that remark. He was the best at that. He wouldn't be seen until he wanted someone to see him.
"Target one is in sight. Still waiting on target two." Another voice sounded.
John felt the adrenalin kick up again in his blood. It was almost show time and he would show no mercy to the men that were waiting. Hell was about to become a reality to Hobbs and his part and it was John that was leading the charge.
"Be advised, target two is approaching the rendezvous point."
Good, John thought. He pulled the ear bud out of his ear and rolled his neck; trying to loosen his tense muscles. A moment later the SUV came to a stop and before anything was said to him, he was lost in the shadows of the night.
John quietly stalked in the dark night, blending into every solid object he came across. He was part of the night; just another creature of the night stalking his prey.
"Stevens, what's your location?" Jameson asked through the comm link.
John fought the urge to pull the damn thing out of his ear.
"Approaching rendezvous point on east side. I have to targets in sight." John whispered.
Maneuvering himself around the corner of the train depot, John saw two men guarding one of the doors. Since there wasn't so much as a street light around, he quietly crept his way over to the two. One of the men turned his back to him which gave him the perfect opportunity to sneak up behind him and wrap his arm around the man's neck to grab his chin. With his M-16 slung around to his back, he pulled his Glock from his leg and aimed it at the other man.
Before the men could say anything, John twisted the first man's neck, breaking it; only the sound of a little pop could be heard. The man crumpled to the ground. Man number two opened his mouth but John stopped him.
"I wouldn't do that. It would only give me another reason to kill you."
The man quickly closed his mouth.
"Now, you are going to tell me how many of you rats are crawling around here." John gave him a stern look but he was sure the man couldn't see it in the dark of the night.
The man didn't respond. John cocked the hammer back on his gun.
"You want to try again?"
"E-e-eight total." The man stuttered.
"Good." John said then hit the man across the head with the butt of his gun.
"East side door is clear." John whispered into the comm link.
"Roger, moving in."
Within seconds, team members were coming out of the shadows. As soon as everyone was in place and all the exits were covered, the team barged inside like they were about to face the devil himself, all the while showing no fear. Gunfire exploded all around but that didn't faze John in the slightest. His eyes were on his target and hell was about to be paid...