Free Greco (Book 1.5) (The Omega Group) by Andrea Domanski Page B

guys will be waiting for you at the airport to take you in. Good
luck.” A click on the line signified that the conversation was over.
    Han shook his head, lips quirked in a disbelieving grin.
 “Captain America? Really? I thought that stuff was just in the movies.”
    Jackie laughed. “This coming from the guy who can walk through
walls.”
    “Touché.” Han turned to Carter. “Are you ready for this?”
    With a smirk, Carter said, “As I’ll ever be.”

Chapter
2
    When they exited the plane, Carter was hit with a blistering
wave of heat. He couldn’t understand why people always said a dry heat was
better. An oven has dry heat, and the meat that came out of one never looked
happy about the lack of humidity. Dressed in loose jeans and a button-down
shirt, he immediately wished he’d chosen something lighter.
    The stairs leading from the jet wobbled as Carter stepped
onto them, and he grabbed the railing to keep from tumbling down to the tarmac.
He felt the searing heat of the bullet as it skimmed past his skull and lodged
into the fuselage. Shit. “Shooter!” he yelled while unholstering his Glock.
He flipped himself over the rail and dropped to the ground, pressing his back
to the plane and using the stairs as cover.
    Although in the movies the hero always remained calm and
cool while under fire, reality was a completely different story. The fight-or-flight
response, ingrained in the DNA of every human being since the dawn of man, took
over whether it was welcome or not. Carter could feel his heart rate accelerate
as the adrenaline surged through him. He kept his breathing even and his mind
focused through sheer force of will, not the fictional nerves of steel
Hollywood propagated.
    Scanning the area, he searched for any sign of the shooter.
There weren’t many vantage points that would be easily accessible to a man with
a rifle. Though the airport was small, with lighter security than most, it was
still an airport.
    The movement was so slight that Carter almost missed it
through the scaffolding of the stairs. A luggage trolley sat abandoned about a
hundred yards off the port wing. Its blue plastic flaps were hanging down over
the sides of each of the three bag carts. A crinkle in the plastic of the first
cart, about a foot from the top, suddenly disappeared as it returned to its
hanging position. Something had been holding it slightly open.
    “Han,” Carter kept his voice as low as possible so as to not
alert their attacker. “Can you hear me?”
    “Loud and clear. You got a bead on him yet?”
    “Luggage cart to your left. First cart. Can you draw his
fire?”
    “Not a problem.” Han stepped through the doorway of the jet
and casually walked down the stairs. When he reached the tarmac, he paused.
“Maybe he already left.” As if on cue, a bullet pinged off the metal railing
directly behind him. “Guess not. I’ll go left.”
    Carter watched as Han ran, bullets flying through him as
though he wasn’t even there. That is one handy little power . Carter
always loved being able to shape-shift into a wolf, but Han’s ability to change
his molecular structure in order to pass through solid objects and, as in this
case, have solid objects pass through him, definitely made some things a lot
easier.
    While the shooter was busy targeting Han, undoubtedly
questioning his abilities and aim, Carter sprinted to the front of the cart.
The rifle’s muzzle protruded a good eight inches, so he knew exactly where the
man holding it was positioned. Without making a sound, he stepped to the back side . Jackie, who’d used Han’s diversion to join him,
stood to one side of the cart while he took the other. At Carter’s nod, she
yanked back the plastic. The shooting stopped immediately and the rifle fell to
the ground as Carter pressed the business end of his Glock to the man’s ear.
    Carter took in every detail of the man crouched in front of
him. He was Native American with black hair tied in a ponytail that