Free Shadow Ops: Danger's Passion (Kindle Worlds Novella) (A Shadow Ops Novella Book 3) by LS Silverii Page A

the fastest way through the door’s fatal funnel. Hollywood pressed his weapon to the left of his torso as he slid from between the stack. Muscles tensed because he knew how dangerous the door was. The first men through made perfect shooting silhouettes as they crossed the threshold.
    Tunnel vision began to compress Hollywood’s focus—he scanned to break the visual cone. Inhaled deeply. The crowbar jammed between the gated door and frame. The others had him covered as he muscled open the first layer of defense. Quickly, he dropped the tool. Rose handed him the heavy battering ram.
    Eyes swept his team—everyone was ready. Heart pounded while shoulders and biceps strained at the weight of the solid steel tube that would knock the door from its hinges. He flinched at the tats of rapid gunfire on the other side of the door.
    “Ready.” His eyes were extra wide open as he stared into Rose’s.
    “Check the knob,” she reminded him.
    It was unlocked. That was curious. Hollywood hesitated.
    “Go,” Rose yelled.
    Here we come, Voodoo.

CHAPTER 15
    Inside was chaos. Death metal blared making Hollywood’s eardrums ached. Dark halls, like a cornfield maze, had been spray painted with satanic and white power symbols. Their banner was hoisted in the main area next to Hitler’s swastika flag. A chemical stench from methamphetamine cooking hung heavy in the air like shitty baby diapers or cat piss. Hollywood gagged.
    KC led STR through the first room, avoiding the battling bikers by clinging close to the walls. Billy batted away a few attacks by the Devil’s Own, but the Savages were so motivated, the Devils didn’t know who to fight. Hollywood, at the tail end of the team, struggled to keep pace as they zipped through a shit pile of debris and stolen merchandise.
    He heard the panic in KC’s voice over the tac comm as she asked which direction to take. So far, no basement door. They’d cleared three large rooms so far, but nothing.
    “Find the bar,” Hollywood said.
    “No time for drinks,” Chase snapped.
    “Most cellars were built behind the bar in these old pubs. Bartender had quick access to restocking.”
    “Good call, Hollywood. I guess a playboy would know,” KC joked, and moved as fast as she could toward a large oak countertop.
    Wide-eyed, Hollywood peered through the dim space. It felt as if they were ghosts. So much violence going on and the team meandering between flailing bodies, chains and baseball bats. Lawless moved in front of KC to pull a big body away from the solid core interior door. KC twisted the knob but it didn’t budge. Chase has taken Billy’s place. He tried to shoulder it but the thick wood wouldn’t give.
    Hollywood became more anxious. He could sense Voodoo was behind that door. Maybe Bonny too. He’d plant a bullet in her though. He heard the strikes against the door, but kept his eyes on the rest of the room. His rear guard position was critical for protecting his team’s 6 from ambush.
    “Damn thing won’t give,” Chase said, winded.
    Fuck this, he’d had enough. “Switch,” Hollywood told Rose. She rotated to rear guard.
    His furious kicks bounced off the door without success. He regretted leaving the breaching tools outside once the rear door was open. His heart roared at the thought of Voodoo hearing their efforts but not knowing if it were someone coming to rape her, or STR to rescue her.
    “Everyone back,” he yelled. Hollywood swung to the same side of the door with his team, shielding them with his body. He hoped Voodoo was clear out of the way. He opened fire on the massive metal locking mechanism.
    Sparks flew. Shards of steel and wood zinged across his torso. He gritted his teeth as razor-hot fragments seared the soft skin on his face. Both hands steadying his MP5, the metal ember smoldered. The smell of burning flesh whiffed into his nostrils. He shook his head to snap the reek.
    “Son of a bitch,” he yelled. His right thumb smashed the magazine release