Chapter 8 - The Siege At The Docks
"Perimeter breached," the automated computer voice announced over the speakers. "Thermal signatures detected in the alleyway."
Jax jumped to his feet, grabbing two tactical rifles from the wall rack and slapping fresh magazines into the receivers.
He handed one rifle to Maya, checking her eyes to ensure her shock hadn't compromised her reaction time.
"Can you shoot?" Jax asked, his face inches from hers in the red emergency light.
"I qualified top of my class at Quantico," Maya answered, racking the bolt with practiced, icy precision.
"Good," Jax said grimly. "Because Vance didn't send police officers to arrest us. He sent private military contractors."
Outside, the heavy iron doors of the warehouse were blown inward by a tactical breacher charge, sending dust and debris through the air.
Four armed men in unmarked black tactical gear rushed through the smoke, their weapons raised to sweep the room.
Jax fired from behind a concrete pillar, dropping the lead contractor with two precise rounds to the center chest.
Maya laid down suppressive fire from the mezzanine level, her shots keeping the remaining three contractors pinned behind a forklift.
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"Move to the dock exit!" Jax yelled over the deafening roar of gunfire inside the brick warehouse.
"We take the speed boat to New Jersey!"
