it.
Supervisor Sneri warned him, “Opening that door will ring a tone in the home to let them know someone’s coming in.”
Wynhod turned to the team. Every enforcement squad had an infiltration specialist, someone versed in disabling warning systems and forcing entry, if needed. “Who’s got that?”
An older Nobek raised his hand. He had an amazing collection of fighting scars on his face and arms. Looking at the man’s dozens of marks of honor made Wynhod jealous.
“That would be me, sir. Senior infiltrator, private and public systems disabling rank.”
Perfect, the exact man needed for this job. Wynhod nodded, eyeing the deep ragged scar on the man’s cheek with particular envy. It was one of the best battle marks he’d ever seen. He’d have to ask about it later, when lives weren’t on the line.
He told the squad, “I’ll take point. Senior Infiltrator, right behind me, the rest in your usual tactical mode.”
They assembled and the supervisor opened the door to the service corridor. Every last Nobek in the line was absolutely silent as they traveled single file to the maintenance access for Clan Moli’s home. All Wynhod could hear beyond the efficient hum of the complex’s machinery was his own heart. It beat a little faster and harder than usual, fed by adrenaline as he amped up for the coming takedown.
This was what Wynhod loved about his work. His senses were on alert, making him acutely aware of how he felt right at this moment. Everything stood out in sharp detail: the lighting panels that suffused the hall with clear light, the perfect rectangles of the doors they passed, the minute variations in the stone floor under his feet. He felt the cool metal of the plasma rifle in his hands, the way each and every muscle in his body worked as he slid soundlessly towards his goal, how his hinged fangs pressed against his tongue as they tried to descend in his growing excitement. He was even getting hard in anticipation.
Nothing made a man feel more alive than facing potential death. Next to sex, it was Wynhod’s favorite sensation.
He found Clan Moli’s living unit’s systems room with no problem. Like the supervisor had said, there was nothing to it. He turned to the infiltration specialist. “You’re up.”
While the scarred warrior went to work on the panel, Wynhod checked in. “Enforcer Wynhod to Investigator Gelan. We’re disabling the warning system and preparing to go in.”
Gelan’s cool voice tickled his ear, making his semi-erection twitch. “Copy that. Maintain open com channel from this point.”
“Confirmed.”
The infiltration enforcer stepped back. “Warning tone disabled.”
Wynhod gave the team their last instructions. “We’ll be moving from the back of the home towards the greeting room, but keep in mind they may have moved. Be ready for anything and remember the target may try to use his fathers as a shield. Do your best to take him alive, but don’t hesitate if you must take him down. Innocent lives take priority.”
He got a short nod from each man. Wynhod turned to the box that the infiltrator had disabled the alarm on. “Inputting entry code,” he whispered to Gelan.
A moment later, the door clicked open. No warning sounded. Wynhod had a look into the next room, confirmed no one waited in there, and eased inside with the rest following him.
Chapter 4
The officers found themselves in a utility room, where all the mechanics of the living unit were housed. Power, water, com and vid connections – all were controlled here by computer interfaces. The room was a small, blameless space, stark in its utility. Wynhod and the six-man squad barely fit inside.
It opened into a bath facility. The sunken tub was clan-sized, much bigger than the one in Wynhod’s small quarters. It also had a huge shower area and four separate vanities. He thought perhaps the room
Supervisor Sneri warned him, “Opening that door will ring a tone in the home to let them know someone’s coming in.”
Wynhod turned to the team. Every enforcement squad had an infiltration specialist, someone versed in disabling warning systems and forcing entry, if needed. “Who’s got that?”
An older Nobek raised his hand. He had an amazing collection of fighting scars on his face and arms. Looking at the man’s dozens of marks of honor made Wynhod jealous.
“That would be me, sir. Senior infiltrator, private and public systems disabling rank.”
Perfect, the exact man needed for this job. Wynhod nodded, eyeing the deep ragged scar on the man’s cheek with particular envy. It was one of the best battle marks he’d ever seen. He’d have to ask about it later, when lives weren’t on the line.
He told the squad, “I’ll take point. Senior Infiltrator, right behind me, the rest in your usual tactical mode.”
They assembled and the supervisor opened the door to the service corridor. Every last Nobek in the line was absolutely silent as they traveled single file to the maintenance access for Clan Moli’s home. All Wynhod could hear beyond the efficient hum of the complex’s machinery was his own heart. It beat a little faster and harder than usual, fed by adrenaline as he amped up for the coming takedown.
This was what Wynhod loved about his work. His senses were on alert, making him acutely aware of how he felt right at this moment. Everything stood out in sharp detail: the lighting panels that suffused the hall with clear light, the perfect rectangles of the doors they passed, the minute variations in the stone floor under his feet. He felt the cool metal of the plasma rifle in his hands, the way each and every muscle in his body worked as he slid soundlessly towards his goal, how his hinged fangs pressed against his tongue as they tried to descend in his growing excitement. He was even getting hard in anticipation.
Nothing made a man feel more alive than facing potential death. Next to sex, it was Wynhod’s favorite sensation.
He found Clan Moli’s living unit’s systems room with no problem. Like the supervisor had said, there was nothing to it. He turned to the infiltration specialist. “You’re up.”
While the scarred warrior went to work on the panel, Wynhod checked in. “Enforcer Wynhod to Investigator Gelan. We’re disabling the warning system and preparing to go in.”
Gelan’s cool voice tickled his ear, making his semi-erection twitch. “Copy that. Maintain open com channel from this point.”
“Confirmed.”
The infiltration enforcer stepped back. “Warning tone disabled.”
Wynhod gave the team their last instructions. “We’ll be moving from the back of the home towards the greeting room, but keep in mind they may have moved. Be ready for anything and remember the target may try to use his fathers as a shield. Do your best to take him alive, but don’t hesitate if you must take him down. Innocent lives take priority.”
He got a short nod from each man. Wynhod turned to the box that the infiltrator had disabled the alarm on. “Inputting entry code,” he whispered to Gelan.
A moment later, the door clicked open. No warning sounded. Wynhod had a look into the next room, confirmed no one waited in there, and eased inside with the rest following him.
Chapter 4
The officers found themselves in a utility room, where all the mechanics of the living unit were housed. Power, water, com and vid connections – all were controlled here by computer interfaces. The room was a small, blameless space, stark in its utility. Wynhod and the six-man squad barely fit inside.
It opened into a bath facility. The sunken tub was clan-sized, much bigger than the one in Wynhod’s small quarters. It also had a huge shower area and four separate vanities. He thought perhaps the room
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