His phone, the one he’d used to try hacking into their security system, was toast. Smashed, stomped, and shattered right in front of him. His breach lasted all of five minutes before they caught on. Then came the fists, the steel-toed boots, and the crackling end of a stun baton courtesy of some old bastard whose name he never even got.
“i***t,” he cursed himself silently. Though part of him felt smug. They’d panicked. That meant he’d gotten close.
Maybe too close. Now he was stuck here; no tools, no plan. Not like Killian. Dan wasn’t built for brute force, and without gear, his hacking skills were useless.
He was screwed. Completely.
The thought shattered as the steel door slammed open. Hinges groaned. Heavy boots stomped in rhythm.
Four men entered in sync. Black tactical gear. Face
