Tap. Pause. Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Zain." Mason snatched the door open without further proof it was his cousin.
"Bang." Zain fired his bionic fingers at Mason, the prosthetic lighting up like some strange toy. "You're dead."
"This isn't a f*****g game." Mason stalked across the room back to the windows that looked out on the side street to Cruz's building.
Zain, Travis, and Luke entered the former office suite and stashed their gear along the walls. For them, this was business as usual, even though it was Hannah they were going to rescue. For Mason, this was a new circle of hell.
"I've seen eight men go in, three come out, only two the same. They were in the van Hannah was brought in on." Mason was ready to chew nails. Do something besides sit here and stare at a building.
"Mason." Zain sto
