06-28-2020, 09:27 PM
Next thing he knew, a shower of rain dumped out over his head. With the drenching, the bites stopped. A double tip-toe and he danced quickly out of the resulting puddle else the little bitches snuck back up for second helping. Not that he blamed them. But no chance.
Surprisingly. Even for himself. The pinches of the bites did not spark a downward spiral. Yet the crash of plates at the diner made him lose his mind. Literally. Well. Since the shit stayed on the fan, he just exhaled with relief and let Natalie run her hands over him. That was definitely preferable.
Water dripped from his jaw. Actually, as he smiled, he licked his lips not realizing how thirsty he was until that moment. A swipe through his hair pushed it away, the surge of adrenaline going with it. Then he shivered. He didn’t remember the jungle being cold. Probably from the sneak of her fingers below the belt, and with the motion, warmth replaced the chill. Any other time. Damn. ”You check any time you want.” He could kill Amengual tomorrow. Not a problem.
But Natalie rounded and swiped at his back. He twisted, glad for the shadows of the night to obscure the burn scars from Placaso’s electricity. Getting dry was far from his priorities at the moment. “Save the healing for after. Not that I intend on needing it, but you never know.”
Like hell he was going to go back into the nest of ants to find his shirt, so he was going to have to live without it. Probably going to get eaten by mosquitos the rest of the way, but shit, might as well go full Rambo, rippling pecs and guns blazing.
As they restarted the climb, he occasionally swat at his neck. Sweat eventually replaced the water. And he was deep in the zone when the tone of the jungle changed. Frog song fell and the chirp of birds lifted. Tree critters began to stir. Dawn was on the way, and the perfect time for stealth was passing.
The climb steepened to cliffs. Overhead thrust the platforms holding back the pool deck. Obscured by jungle growth, Jay squat and tried to study what could be seen by the house lighting. A grappling rope would have been handy about then, scaling the concrete supports from the steepest side. But if he was decked out in $70,000 worth of gear and kit, where was the challenge? They were going to storm a drug lord’s house without a fucking shirt and nothing but their hands.
After thinking through the options, he turned to Natalie. ”We’re going to hug the foundations, crawl under the deck pilings, keep the power handy in case you need to incinerate a pit of nasties for me. If I’m going to lose my pants, that isn’t the way I want to do it.” He smirked, scrubbing his chin thoughtfully, back to calculating.
“The other side of the pool deck houses the access to all the plumbing. That means there will be an access point. I’m guessing it’s about 2 to 3 meters. I think I can scale it. Once up, I’ll reach over and pull you up.”
A quick glance at the sky, an exhale, and with that, his expression dramatically changed. The mission begun. The fuckers inside didn't have a chance.
They had to move quickly, quietly, and low.
Surprisingly. Even for himself. The pinches of the bites did not spark a downward spiral. Yet the crash of plates at the diner made him lose his mind. Literally. Well. Since the shit stayed on the fan, he just exhaled with relief and let Natalie run her hands over him. That was definitely preferable.
Water dripped from his jaw. Actually, as he smiled, he licked his lips not realizing how thirsty he was until that moment. A swipe through his hair pushed it away, the surge of adrenaline going with it. Then he shivered. He didn’t remember the jungle being cold. Probably from the sneak of her fingers below the belt, and with the motion, warmth replaced the chill. Any other time. Damn. ”You check any time you want.” He could kill Amengual tomorrow. Not a problem.
But Natalie rounded and swiped at his back. He twisted, glad for the shadows of the night to obscure the burn scars from Placaso’s electricity. Getting dry was far from his priorities at the moment. “Save the healing for after. Not that I intend on needing it, but you never know.”
Like hell he was going to go back into the nest of ants to find his shirt, so he was going to have to live without it. Probably going to get eaten by mosquitos the rest of the way, but shit, might as well go full Rambo, rippling pecs and guns blazing.
As they restarted the climb, he occasionally swat at his neck. Sweat eventually replaced the water. And he was deep in the zone when the tone of the jungle changed. Frog song fell and the chirp of birds lifted. Tree critters began to stir. Dawn was on the way, and the perfect time for stealth was passing.
The climb steepened to cliffs. Overhead thrust the platforms holding back the pool deck. Obscured by jungle growth, Jay squat and tried to study what could be seen by the house lighting. A grappling rope would have been handy about then, scaling the concrete supports from the steepest side. But if he was decked out in $70,000 worth of gear and kit, where was the challenge? They were going to storm a drug lord’s house without a fucking shirt and nothing but their hands.
After thinking through the options, he turned to Natalie. ”We’re going to hug the foundations, crawl under the deck pilings, keep the power handy in case you need to incinerate a pit of nasties for me. If I’m going to lose my pants, that isn’t the way I want to do it.” He smirked, scrubbing his chin thoughtfully, back to calculating.
“The other side of the pool deck houses the access to all the plumbing. That means there will be an access point. I’m guessing it’s about 2 to 3 meters. I think I can scale it. Once up, I’ll reach over and pull you up.”
A quick glance at the sky, an exhale, and with that, his expression dramatically changed. The mission begun. The fuckers inside didn't have a chance.
They had to move quickly, quietly, and low.
Only darkness shows you the light.