he could smell you coming. She couldn’t believe the DCO never even had a hint he was a shifter. Just how good was this guy?
In the warehouse, an engine roared to life. She looked over at the monitor just in time to see the white van spinning up dirt and debris as it raced for the exit on the west side. Foley and Hightower were trapped behind one of the SUVs, locked in a shoot-out with the buyers who’d stayed behind. As the van sped away, Foley switched targets, shooting at the escaping vehicle and trying to hit the tires.
“Foley, stop!” she shouted. “That van is full of weapons. You hit something sensitive and you’re going to turn the neighborhood into a combat zone.”
“I know that!” Foley ground out. “But we’re pinned down and those weapons are getting away. If we can’t stop them, you’re going to have to do it.”
Layla expected Clayne to countermand the order as lead agent on the mission, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe he hadn’t heard Foley.
“Clayne, did you copy that?” she called. “Foley and Hightower are pinned down and want me to go after the van full of weapons. Do you copy?”
“Layla, you gotta go now!” Hightower shouted. “We’re okay here. You can’t let those weapons get away.”
She was up and out of the operations truck before Hightower even finished. Clayne would probably make sure she never went on another mission as long as she lived, but if this was the only one she ever got on, she was going to do it right.
She thanked God that whoever was driving the van had decided to escape out the west side of the building. If he’d gone the other way, she would have had to run all the way around the building. She would never have caught up to them, shifter or not. As it was, the white van was already out of the alley and pulling onto Ingram Street. Fortunately, the van couldn’t accelerate very quickly with all those weapons in the back.
Layla ignored the people on the street staring at her and ran faster. It wasn’t until then that she realized she didn’t have a plan for what she was going to do when she caught up to them. Stopping a moving van while on foot hadn’t been part of her field training.
She had her 9mm SIG Sauer, but she’d just berated Foley for shooting at a vehicle full of weapons. Besides, she wasn’t sure she could aim very straight while running flat-out like she was.
Heart pounding, she sprinted around to the driver’s side door. As she gripped the handle and wrenched it open, she realized her claws were out. Crap, she hadn’t even felt them extend.
It was hard to keep pace with the van, but she managed it as she grabbed the surprised driver by the scruff of the neck and yanked hard, tossing him out of his seat and onto the road.
The van immediately swerved into oncoming traffic. Layla quickly hopped in and got control of the wheel just as the guy in the passenger seat finally figured out what the hell was going on. She stomped on the brakes as he pulled his gun, making him fly forward. His head bounced off the windshield, then he slammed back into the seat, leaving him unconscious.
Pulse racing, Layla pulled the van over to the side of the road. Okay, that had been way more intense than any training scenario.
She was just climbing out as the sound of sirens reached her ears. She glanced at the guy in the passenger seat to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere for a while, then looked around for the one she’d tossed out. From the way several people two blocks down Ingram Street were looking underneath a pricey-looking four-door BMW, she guessed that guy wasn’t going anywhere either.
Layla bit her lip, not sure what to do. The sirens were getting closer. Did she stay at the scene or not? Unfortunately, this situation hadn’t exactly come up in her training, and they sure as heck hadn’t talked about it during the mission briefing Clayne had conducted.
The pounding of running footsteps interrupted her musings, and she spun
In the warehouse, an engine roared to life. She looked over at the monitor just in time to see the white van spinning up dirt and debris as it raced for the exit on the west side. Foley and Hightower were trapped behind one of the SUVs, locked in a shoot-out with the buyers who’d stayed behind. As the van sped away, Foley switched targets, shooting at the escaping vehicle and trying to hit the tires.
“Foley, stop!” she shouted. “That van is full of weapons. You hit something sensitive and you’re going to turn the neighborhood into a combat zone.”
“I know that!” Foley ground out. “But we’re pinned down and those weapons are getting away. If we can’t stop them, you’re going to have to do it.”
Layla expected Clayne to countermand the order as lead agent on the mission, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe he hadn’t heard Foley.
“Clayne, did you copy that?” she called. “Foley and Hightower are pinned down and want me to go after the van full of weapons. Do you copy?”
“Layla, you gotta go now!” Hightower shouted. “We’re okay here. You can’t let those weapons get away.”
She was up and out of the operations truck before Hightower even finished. Clayne would probably make sure she never went on another mission as long as she lived, but if this was the only one she ever got on, she was going to do it right.
She thanked God that whoever was driving the van had decided to escape out the west side of the building. If he’d gone the other way, she would have had to run all the way around the building. She would never have caught up to them, shifter or not. As it was, the white van was already out of the alley and pulling onto Ingram Street. Fortunately, the van couldn’t accelerate very quickly with all those weapons in the back.
Layla ignored the people on the street staring at her and ran faster. It wasn’t until then that she realized she didn’t have a plan for what she was going to do when she caught up to them. Stopping a moving van while on foot hadn’t been part of her field training.
She had her 9mm SIG Sauer, but she’d just berated Foley for shooting at a vehicle full of weapons. Besides, she wasn’t sure she could aim very straight while running flat-out like she was.
Heart pounding, she sprinted around to the driver’s side door. As she gripped the handle and wrenched it open, she realized her claws were out. Crap, she hadn’t even felt them extend.
It was hard to keep pace with the van, but she managed it as she grabbed the surprised driver by the scruff of the neck and yanked hard, tossing him out of his seat and onto the road.
The van immediately swerved into oncoming traffic. Layla quickly hopped in and got control of the wheel just as the guy in the passenger seat finally figured out what the hell was going on. She stomped on the brakes as he pulled his gun, making him fly forward. His head bounced off the windshield, then he slammed back into the seat, leaving him unconscious.
Pulse racing, Layla pulled the van over to the side of the road. Okay, that had been way more intense than any training scenario.
She was just climbing out as the sound of sirens reached her ears. She glanced at the guy in the passenger seat to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere for a while, then looked around for the one she’d tossed out. From the way several people two blocks down Ingram Street were looking underneath a pricey-looking four-door BMW, she guessed that guy wasn’t going anywhere either.
Layla bit her lip, not sure what to do. The sirens were getting closer. Did she stay at the scene or not? Unfortunately, this situation hadn’t exactly come up in her training, and they sure as heck hadn’t talked about it during the mission briefing Clayne had conducted.
The pounding of running footsteps interrupted her musings, and she spun
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