is in position. Go at your discretion,” Philip told her. The rest of the team—as well as the new kid—was ready to back her up and take out the tango if needed.
Lillian waited until the guy went on another tirade, screaming right in the mother’s ear, both kids sobbing, as an opportunity to slip inside a small crack when she opened the door. The Omega SWAT team regularly used Lillian’s small stature to their advantage. This was no different.
She kept to the shadows as she made her way closer to the kitchen.
“Tango is starting to wave the gun again.” Saul’s voice had reached an excited pitch again. “He’s got it to the wife’s head.”
“Roger that, Bulldog Two. Your shot?”
“Still clear, TC. Just give me the word.” Saul was damn near panting with excitement.
Damn it. She’d rather the team take out the father than have the mother die.
“Bulldog One?”
“I have no visual,” she muttered.
“Okay, Bulldog Two, you are cleared to—”
Lillian saw movement again in the kitchen. “Hold,” she said. “Tango is on the move again. Back to pacing.”
“I’ve still got the shot, TC.”
The frustration was evident in Poniard’s tone, and Lillian couldn’t blame him. Preparing to fire, and being cleared to fire, but then having the order rescinded at the last second, was irritating. But exercising control was also an important part of being a SWAT team member.
“Bulldog One, can you beanbag him?” Carnell asked.
“Roger that, TC. Moving into position.” Lillian grinned, replacing her HK MP5 with the shotgun strapped behind her back. The beanbag round was only accurate up to about six meters, but she was within range. Its blow was designed to cause minimal permanent damage while rendering the subject immobile.
The fact that it would hurt Screaming Dad like hell didn’t bother Lillian a bit. She crawled forward. She was going to have to pull some sort of Tom Cruise roll-and-shoot nonsense in order to get into position in the quickest way possible. She usually went for much less drama. But not today.
Guy started screaming again. Lillian had had enough.
You want to dance, buddy? We’ll dance. Together.
“On my mark,” she whispered to the team. “Three, two, one.”
Lillian pushed herself from her crouched position in the shadows, twisting her body into a roll as she cleared the wall and came into the opening of the kitchen, landing in a kneel.
She saw surprise light the tango’s face. He was swinging his gun around toward her when her finger gently squeezed the trigger on the shotgun, her aim perfect.
The beanbag round hit him square in the chest, propelling him back through the air and away from the table and hostages. The gun fell out of his hand.
Less than two seconds later Lillian was on the tango and the rest of the team was filing through the door, grabbing the children and wife and leading them to safety.
Screaming Dad groaned as Lillian grabbed his hands to cuff them. “Tango is secure.”
“You’re a woman!” The man’s outrage couldn’t be more clear.
Lillian arched a single eyebrow. “Yeah? Well, you’re an idiot. Turn over.”
“I think you done broke my ribs.”
Lillian didn’t give a rat’s ass whether this jerk had a couple of cracked ribs. He was lucky Philip hadn’t turned the trigger-happy new kid loose on him. “Shut up. I’ll break more than your ribs.”
Within a few more minutes the perp was loaded into the back of a squad car and the wife and kids were handed over to the paramedics.
“Nice work, everyone,” Derek said over their comm unit. “Let’s get packed up and back to HQ to debrief.”
Lillian bumped fists with everyone as they made it back to the car. Even Saul, who was smiling like an idiot. Everybody was walking away today. No one seriously injured, even the tango.
That made today a good day.
“Beers on me,” Derek said.
That made it an even better day.
* * *
LATER THAT NIGHT after the debriefing and the beers, Damien Freihof sat in an abandoned warehouse across town, staring at “Mr. Fawkes.” Damien had made it his mission over the last six months to destroy Omega Sector, piece by piece, in payment for taking the life of his beloved wife.
Fawkes, as he so cleverly liked to be called, had proven very useful over the last few months in that endeavor. Fawkes’s inside information on Omega had been quite helpful indeed.
Fawkes still wouldn’t give Damien his real name. Damien wondered how upsetting it would be to the younger man to know that Damien had figured it out weeks ago. The man might be brilliant, but Damien didn’t work with people he didn’t know.
Damien’s and Fawkes’s ideologies were different. Fawkes looked to destroy and rebuild all of law enforcement. Damien just wanted Omega to suffer the way he did when he’d lost his Natalie. Wanted them to know what it meant to experience unbearable loss.
But if Damien could bring chaos across the country by destroying the foundation of all law enforcement, as was Fawkes’s plan, then hell, he was up for that, too.
“It’s time,” Fawkes said as he paced back and forth hardly visible beside a window, even in the full moon. “You’ll be ready, right? We only have eight days.”
Damien sat perched against a desk. “Yes, I’ll be ready to do my part in your master plan.”
“We’ve gotten rid of two of their team members completely. Another is injured and not fully up to speed.” Fawkes continued his pacing.
“It’s a mistake to underestimate the Critical Response Division, even when they’re weakened.” Damien had learned that the hard way.
“They brought in a new guy on the SWAT team. That was unexpected.” Fawkes stopped and studied Damien as he said it, as if gauging his response.
Damien knew all about the new guy. “Is that a problem?”
“No.” Fawkes resumed his pacing. “The team thinks they’re so smart, but they’re not. I’ve left a trail. It’s going to lead right to the very heart of the SWAT team. The sweetheart.”
“Lillian Muir?” Damien raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve got special plans for her. Have already left clues in the system that lead back to her as the mole I know they’re searching for.”
Damien had to admit Fawkes’s computer skills were impressive. He’d provided information that had helped Damien a great deal. Most particularly two weeks ago, when Omega had almost captured him at his own house. Without a warning from Fawkes, Damien would never have made it out.
Nor taken one of the SWAT team out of action in the process.
Fawkes might not be the easiest person to work with, but he definitely knew how to manipulate a computer system. And how to manipulate people, for that matter. People didn’t take him seriously enough, including those at Omega Sector.
Which was probably why he was trying to blow up—literally—all of law enforcement.
Or maybe he just had mommy issues. Whatever. Damien didn’t care why Fawkes was doing it, he just wanted to see Omega Sector destroyed. If Lillian Muir was going to take the fall for that, even better. Damien would do a little checking up on her himself.
Fawkes wasn’t