Page 303 of Allegiance

“I hate stun guns,” Zayn said. “They always fuck with them, so they hurt more.”

Yeah, he was aware.

“Three, two, One,” he whispered, as his door was wrenched open, and he took the hit to the thigh by a modified stun gun.

At the same time, the sliding door was opened, and the three men took shots from the probes to their bodies, and they all did a sick little dance.

Holy fuck!

It hurt.

Jagger didn’t even get to move as his body was assaulted, and then, he was cold-cocked.

He.

Went.

Out.

Right behind him, the three guys who got in the van did the same thing to the other three men.

When they were all contained, then, and only then, Cruz approached.

“Scan them,” he said, as one of his thugs pulled out a scanner to make sure there were no trackers on the four men. When he was finished, he gave his boss a thumbs up.

“They are clean. Nothing. The vehicle is clean too. He really was waiting to get you, Boss.”

Yeah, well, he hadn’t.

But he got him.

“Let’s take our present to Chevy, Boys, because we’re about to get really rich, really fast. Juno, you drive this van. You guys ride back here, and get these assholes tied up,” he said, as they pulled Jagger from the seat to the back to lay on the floor.

This was a good day for him.

“Our boss is going to enjoy torturing this one,” he said, kicking Jagger in the ribs as hard as he could. “And I’m going to enjoy watching it.”

Yeah, that was for sure.

* * * H U N T E R S * * *

Nearby

Watching

Saturday

Six Thirty P.M.

It always amazed Remington how low-tech these assholes tended to be. He was using CIA equipment to listen in, and he could hear Cruz talking smack.

So, he let the team in on what was going down.

“Cruz is going in a separate vehicle. There will be two vehicles heading out. We have the white van, and a black Town Car. I’m tagging as soon as they get moving.”

Maura heard him.

“We can’t lose the van or the car. We have to hope they don’t scan them again when they get there,” she said.