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Chapter 5: Malachi

One hour earlier...

My fingers were trembling and I gripped my rifle tightly to make it stop. I heard the operative inside the hotel report that the target was moving to the exit and I relayed to all teams to stand by. I saw a group of suited men walk out. I looked for her, finding her walking within the wall that they served to be.

"Prepare to attack," I said into the radio.

They suddenly stopped and then I saw her point our way. I stiffened. We'd been made.

"Move!"

The operatives on foot advanced but before they could close in on them, they started dropping like flies while the rest scrambled to take cover as bullets rained down on them from different directions.

Snipers. How? Where?

I saw them enter three vehicles and caught her get into the one in the middle. I called out to the reinforcement team to come as they sped out into the road and ordered for the driver to ram into them from behind while the reinforcement team came at them from the front, locking them in place.

"Target is in the back seat," I said hurriedly. "Do not shoot at her."

I was stepping out of the van when a bullet whipped past me from overhead, hitting one of the men outside. I cursed, looking around, searching for the snipers' positions as I followed the trajectory of the bullets. I caught sight of one position.

"Jakob," I called. "Building on my nine, twelfth floor. Six window."

"Copy."

What is this? How did she manage all this in a day? Did she know? How did she make us? Was there a leak?

I couldn't think through the cloud of confusion in my mind as the sound of gunshots burst my eardrums and then I saw her appear. Standing in the midst of it all. She must be insane.

"Hold fire! Hold fire!" I yelled frantically.

The chaos seized and she disappeared again, appearing a moment later and pulling herself up on the roof. I saw another woman come up, remaining between her legs for cover. They started shooting, the other woman taking our on-ground operatives while she shot at the front.

"Fire at the back seat," I ordered. "Keep it low."

I heard Thomas cursing, telling those on foot to stop taking cover. The rest of her men were commanding the two SUVs, driving away.

They're leaving her?

"Front!" I ordered. "Fire at their engine!"

She suddenly disappeared, going back into the vehicle.

"Hold fire!" Thomas yelled. "The bitch went into the front!"

She knows our objective and was using it against us.

"Mal, you have to get rid of those damned snipers or we won't be able to grab her," Thomas bit out.

"Jakob, report," I called.

"I'm on the twelfth floor. It's clear."

Huh?

I looked up, finding the trajectory of the snipers' shots shifting indiscriminately. "Roof. Check the roof."

"Mal, we can't hold. The windshield's about to give," Thomas reported.

I cursed. "Retreat."

I heard the sound of their tires reversing, followed by Thomas cursing. "Fuck, I'm shooting this bitch down."