DEADEYE

Chapter 11

As the others adjusted their intricate ensembles, equipping hidden weapons and gadgets, Lamar was ready in no time. He picked up an M107 sniper rifle, the same model he had used on his last mission. Once everyone was armed, they hopped into the back of a van, which immediately pulled away.

A distorted voice crackled through their earpieces. "You'll be raiding a corrupt military contractor's facility. This is where most of the imported drugs in the city come before being distributed to gangs, mafias, and crime syndicates. They also provide extra muscle for these groups. Worse, it's a stopover for human trafficking victims before they are sent across north and south America. Your goal is to quietly infiltrate the building, destroy the drugs, and rescue the captives. There's a man named William Ryan usually in his office or the room behind it, which he uses as a bedroom. Capture him. If any noise is made, evacuate immediately. We will destroy the building, regardless of who is inside, including the hostages."

Lamar's stomach churned at the thought of innocent people being left to die, but he understood the necessity. The stern-looking woman spoke up. "I have no problems, but what's with the kid?"

The older man interjected, "I don't know if I can trust a child on an operation like this."

The tough-looking man next to him agreed. "I agree with the old man."

Despite the disrespectful nickname, it was clear he respected the older man and had likely been his student at some point.

"I can vouch for his skills. His aim rivals some of the best snipers in the world, past or present," the distorted voice said.

The big man with his arms crossed spoke up. "Just because he has the skill doesn't mean he can pull the trigger."

Even through the distortion, the annoyance in the voice was clear. "The corrupt politicians and major players in large crime syndicates and families have all been disappearing, and he's the one responsible for that."

The team members' eyes widened in surprise as they looked at Lamar, who was calmly inspecting his rifle under a flashlight.

The van stopped, parking behind a building across the street from their target. The tough-looking man, known as Rogue, laid out the plan with a commanding presence.

"Titan, Ghost, and I will head to the front," Rogue said, gesturing to the gigantic man, Titan, and the older man, Ghost. "We'll take point and handle any immediate threats inside."

"Viper and Echo, you two will go around the side of the building," he continued, looking at the stern woman, Viper, and Elena, Echo. "Your job is to take out any patrolling guards, plant the bombs, and then enter through the back."

Rogue's gaze then shifted to Lamar. "Deadeye will be on the roof, providing support from above. With all the windows and the chain-link fence, you should be able to cover everyone except the person who goes around the opposite side of the building."

Everyone nodded in agreement, but Ghost looked slightly uneasy. Rogue noticed and addressed it. "Titan will hang back for two minutes to focus on capturing the P.O.I.," Ghost interjected, his voice calm but authoritative. "Rogue and I will clear the building, along with any additional support Deadeye can provide."

Rogue glanced at Titan, whose massive arms were still crossed, and then smirked. "So, you two want to take all the fun, huh? Eh, I don't mind, as long as I'm getting my hands dirty and paid."

Titan's face remained impassive, while Ghost gave a slight nod. "We all have our roles. Let's make sure we execute them perfectly."

With the plan set, the team began their final preparations. Titan, Ghost, and Rogue readied their gear for the front assault. Viper and Echo double-checked their equipment for the side entry and bomb planting.