“Seamus, I’m heading out of the apartment to get breakfast,” Ethan Drake said to his head of security through his cell phone.
“Finally,” Raker growled.
He’d stayed up all night, monitoring Ethan’s private untraceable cellphone. Well, it wasn’t untraceable, given Raker had no problems hacking it. Sloppy work, but then Ethan could have never anticipated this.
“Roger that, boss,” Seamus said.
“Status report?”
“No suspicious activity or movement on our end as usual.”
“Keep up the good work. Later, I’d like Remy to meet you and the guys,” Ethan said.
Seamus chuckled. “Sure thing, boss.”
Ethan cut the connection.
Seamus forgot to inform Ethan that two of his men had gone home to get some shut-eye, leaving only him in the empty apartment unit the security team used as a temporary set-up. Why would Seamus be alert, when the private security firm he worked for, considered guarding Ethan Drake’s latest boy toy a low risk job?
What else Seamus didn’t know?
The fact Raker was only next door listening in to every word and watching their every moment, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Raker double-checked his gear, before heading out the unit. Seamus might be another shifter, but Raker had taken extra precautions to douse himself in a specially-created scent that told other shifters he was just another harmless human.
Raker’s footsteps barely made any sound on the thin carpeting of the corridor. He had checked the vicinity for any other evidence of life, but there was no need. Ethan security team had picked a stellar location. The entire floor and most of the building, was empty of inhabitants.
He drew out his favorite AR-15 rifle, which came equipped with a silencer. Raker replicated the secret knock used exclusively by Seamus’ team, and then hid himself from view. The door’s hinges creaked open.
“What the fuck?” Seamus demanded. “What did I say before, meatheads? No more—”
Raker stepped into Seamus’ line of sight. Seamus turned to him, still looking confused, but Raker already pulled the trigger. Seamus’ head exploded into a mess of blood and gore. Raker dragged Seamus’ body back inside, locked the door behind him, and returned to his rented room to get the rest of his gear.
Time was of paramount importance. He needed to incapacitate Remy Carlson before Seamus’ other members called in, or Ethan Drake came back from buying breakfast.
Raker dumped his things quickly in the back seat of his beat-up car, and quickly donned unnoticeable civilian clothes. Getting his vehicle inside the multi-story car park was child’s play, so was breaking and entering Ethan’s apartment. There was one guard outside the door. Like Seamus, he didn’t see Raker coming. Raker shot him clean through the chest, and caught his body, before he fell to the floor and woke Remy up.
He crept into Ethan’s bedroom without any worry, because he’d disabled Ethan’s apartment security system without any trouble earlier.
Remy Carlson remained sound asleep in the bed, oblivious to anything else. His eyes widened slightly when Raker initiated contact. Remy didn’t even have time to scream, because Raker covered his mouth his hand, and quickly slid the needle on the side of Remy’s neck. Remy buckled for a second, before going out like a light.
“Sweet dreams, human.” Raker easily flopped the unconscious body over his shoulder. He crept back out the apartment and dumped the body in his truck like a ghost. Certain no one followed him, Raker called Lindsay after he drove out of Ethan’s neighborhood.
“I got the boy.”
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The End