Grimm-
9th & Keeler – 1:12 A.M.
The safe house looked quiet from the outside. Dim porch light. Two parked trucks. Silent street.
But Grimm’s gut churned.
“Heat sensors pick up four bodies inside,” Beast whispered over the radio. “Three downstairs. One moving between floors.”
Reaper’s voice crackled. “Confirm load-out.”
Grimm flexed his hands around the grip of his modified shotgun. “Six patched, two prospects, one trigger-happy Grimm.”
A tense chuckle followed.
“On my count.”
Grimm didn’t wait for the countdown to finish.
He kicked in the back door just as Reaper fired a silencer shot through the front glass.
Chaos erupted.
A man stood from a couch with a rifle halfway to his shoulder before Grimm put a slug in his chest. Blood sprayed the wall like a halo. Another tried to run a
