“You get everything?” she asked, grabbing the USB before positioning
herself behind Richard.
“We’re good, A. Get
out of there.”
“Easier said than done.” Covering her face, Alexa pulled
Richard in front of her as the door to his office burst open. “Drop your
weapons,” she instructed the three men standing opposite her. “Now! Or your
boss here won’t live to sign your next paycheck.”
It didn’t escape Alexa that guard #4 was nowhere in sight.
She’d hoped he was still at his post near the gate as she would need that bit
of luck to make it out of the house with her hostage in tow. She waited on the
others to comply, jabbing Richard in the neck with the barrel of her Glock to
emphasize she meant business. Three firearms were placed on the floor at the
men’s feet. “Kick them over. Backups too.”