Free Crossfire (Book 1) (The Omega Group) by Andrea Domanski Page A

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hand over his mouth, she wrapped her right arm around his chest and silently
brought him down to the floor.
    One down.
    Within a few seconds, another gunman walked into the hall,
calling for his partner. As he stepped through the threshold, the now dead
man’s foot blocked his path. Looking down to find the obstacle, his eyes met
Myrine’s, just as her blade ran across his throat from ear to ear.
    The third gunman was more prepared. Sensing that something
was wrong, he stopped short of the doorway with his gun at the ready. Using his
foot to push the door to its fully opened position, he swept his weapon from
right to left, looking for the opponent he knew was there.
    Not wanting to wait for him to get one or both of them in
his sights, Myrine swung her leg out in a low, sweeping kick, knocking his feet
out from under him. As he fell, he leveled his rifle and got a single shot off.
    Mirissa rocked back with the impact of the bullet as it hit
her right bicep, but continued to thrust her arm forward to impale her
attacker. As he hit the ground, her blade found the space between his fourth
and fifth rib, and carried right through to his heart, ending his life
immediately.
    Knowing that they had lost the element of surprise, Myrine
called out to the hostages in the room, “Follow me! We’re getting out of here.
Now!” and headed for the stairwell, trusting her daughter to cover their rear.
Speed was their only hope of escape, as a stampede of highly trained men would
surely be heading toward the sound of the gunshot.
    As Myrine and Mirissa scooped up the rifles they had left at
the end of the hall earlier, the group burst through the door to the stairs,
and sprinted toward the lobby level. So far, so good, but their luck wouldn’t
hold forever. At the lowest level, Myrine paused briefly to quiet her
companions before cracking open the first floor door. The smoke in the lobby
area would be all but cleared by now, but the breeze created by the blown out
windows had only lessened it in the hallway slightly, and it would still
provide decent cover for their escape if they moved quickly.
    Signaling to her group, they started down the long hallway
leading to the delivery door they had come in earlier. When they reached the
opening to the lobby, Myrine heard gasps from a few of her followers as the
horror of what had happened today truly set in, but like the professionals they
were, their speed didn’t falter.
    With the delivery door only a few feet in front, Myrine
stopped dead in her tracks as two gunmen calmly walked out of one of the
offices on their right, with rifles aimed.
    “Where’s your daughter?”
    Myrine looked him in the eye and said, “She’s not here. She
went to get help.”
    Without another word, the gunman raised his weapon and shot
the woman that was standing to Myrine’s right. She felt her anger boil over as
she watched Janice Campbell, an analyst that had been in her employ for almost
five years, fall dead to the floor.
    “Where is she?” the same man asked again.
    If looks could kill, the two men in front of her would have
suffered an agonizing death right then, but, unfortunately, that was a power
that Myrine did not possess. As she opened her mouth to tell another lie about
her daughter’s whereabouts, she heard Mirissa call out from a few feet behind
her.
    “I’m here.”
    A taunting grin crept over the man’s face as he waited for
Mirissa to join her mother. Once the two were side by side, each covered by one
of the men’s rifles, he spoke into his throat mic. “Team Leader this is Bravo
One. We have the targets secured”
    Before he had a chance to listen to his leader’s response,
the air vent above their heads came crashing down, and with it, Ken and Jackie.
Ken took out one of the intruders by swinging his legs while still holding onto
the edge of the air vent, kicking him straight into Myrine’s blade. Jackie,
already standing on the floor, threw a straight punch at the back of