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security measures were reasonably good, but there was certainly no military precision, so Jake was confident they didn’t need to make any special efforts to disguise their full frontal attack. The team darted through the front gate and across the concrete courtyard. Jake positioned himself to one side of the double front door, Dozer manned the other, and Tik stood directly in front. Jake whispered into his headset, waited for a reply from Mike Lee, then nodded to Tik. She rapped softly on the door, and donned her most innocent smile.
A muffled voice spoke from inside, but she didn’t answer. The door opened wide to reveal a shirtless and heavily tattooed man in his thirties with a Sig Sauer P226 stuck in the front of his waistband. Tik immediately moved her right hand to her waist, raising her thumb, and pointing her index finger. The signal gave Dozer his cue. In a split second, his right hand shot toward where he estimated the guard’s waist would be. His aim adjusted as the target entered his field of vision, and before the Russian could react, Dozer had grabbed him by the waistband, jerking him violently through the doorway to be brutally clotheslined by Jakes’ forearm. The unfortunate Russian’s feet flew up and forward as his head and shoulders thudded into the concrete porch.
Jake nodded at the Thai policemen, while pointing at their most recent victim. Again, the two looked at each other in obvious surprise, but dutifully retrieved the unconscious man and carried him off, around the corner. Dozer watched the pair disappear through the gate then gave Jake a quizzical look. Jake shrugged off the Thais’ odd behavior and turned back toward the doorway. Just inside the front door, Dozer kept vigil at the bottom of the stairs while Jake and Priest continued to the living room.
Rounding the corner, they heard faint sounds from beyond the dining area, through the kitchen entry. They took up positions either side of the arched entry, but before they could breach, a tall, leggy blonde wearing earbuds and a translucent red negligee sauntered past them humming some kind of techno music. It took a second to register what she’d caught in her periphery before she spun around to see the two assailants. Her mouth opened as if for a scream, but Priest’s hand shot out, thudding into her right vagus nerve where the carotid artery emerges from the base of the neck. The sudden shock overwhelmed her baroreceptors and nervous system. She was unconscious before the pain of the blow could register with her brain.
Jake caught the girl as she crumpled and carried her back into the kitchen. Priest opened the walk-in pantry door to let Jake slide her onto the floor. They duct-taped her mouth and hands then headed back to the front entrance. Satisfied the ground floor was clear, they started upstairs, carefully keeping their feet to the outside edges of the steps to minimize the creaking of timber. Dozer followed close behind Jake, his Spiderco drawn and open. Priest followed Dozer, and Tik brought up the rear. As they reached the top, Tik turned to see the two Thai policemen just starting up.
From the top of the stairs, Jake could see two closed doors and one ajar. Light spilled from the open door, sporadically broken by shadows of movement within. No light shone from beneath the closed doors. Jake signaled the Aussie brothers each to take one of the Thai cops and stand by to clear the closed rooms. Tik moved up to flank Jake as he approached the open door. Baton in hand, the former Delta Force operative readied for breach. He pointed two fingers, first at his eyes, then at his chest, telling the others to watch him for a synchronized offensive. He breathed in, tensed his legs, and barged forward, slamming the door wide open in his wake.
A bespectacled man in his mid-thirties dropped his coffee cup in shock as Jake covered the distance between them with startling speed. Tik followed into the room, dagger at the ready, but the man
A muffled voice spoke from inside, but she didn’t answer. The door opened wide to reveal a shirtless and heavily tattooed man in his thirties with a Sig Sauer P226 stuck in the front of his waistband. Tik immediately moved her right hand to her waist, raising her thumb, and pointing her index finger. The signal gave Dozer his cue. In a split second, his right hand shot toward where he estimated the guard’s waist would be. His aim adjusted as the target entered his field of vision, and before the Russian could react, Dozer had grabbed him by the waistband, jerking him violently through the doorway to be brutally clotheslined by Jakes’ forearm. The unfortunate Russian’s feet flew up and forward as his head and shoulders thudded into the concrete porch.
Jake nodded at the Thai policemen, while pointing at their most recent victim. Again, the two looked at each other in obvious surprise, but dutifully retrieved the unconscious man and carried him off, around the corner. Dozer watched the pair disappear through the gate then gave Jake a quizzical look. Jake shrugged off the Thais’ odd behavior and turned back toward the doorway. Just inside the front door, Dozer kept vigil at the bottom of the stairs while Jake and Priest continued to the living room.
Rounding the corner, they heard faint sounds from beyond the dining area, through the kitchen entry. They took up positions either side of the arched entry, but before they could breach, a tall, leggy blonde wearing earbuds and a translucent red negligee sauntered past them humming some kind of techno music. It took a second to register what she’d caught in her periphery before she spun around to see the two assailants. Her mouth opened as if for a scream, but Priest’s hand shot out, thudding into her right vagus nerve where the carotid artery emerges from the base of the neck. The sudden shock overwhelmed her baroreceptors and nervous system. She was unconscious before the pain of the blow could register with her brain.
Jake caught the girl as she crumpled and carried her back into the kitchen. Priest opened the walk-in pantry door to let Jake slide her onto the floor. They duct-taped her mouth and hands then headed back to the front entrance. Satisfied the ground floor was clear, they started upstairs, carefully keeping their feet to the outside edges of the steps to minimize the creaking of timber. Dozer followed close behind Jake, his Spiderco drawn and open. Priest followed Dozer, and Tik brought up the rear. As they reached the top, Tik turned to see the two Thai policemen just starting up.
From the top of the stairs, Jake could see two closed doors and one ajar. Light spilled from the open door, sporadically broken by shadows of movement within. No light shone from beneath the closed doors. Jake signaled the Aussie brothers each to take one of the Thai cops and stand by to clear the closed rooms. Tik moved up to flank Jake as he approached the open door. Baton in hand, the former Delta Force operative readied for breach. He pointed two fingers, first at his eyes, then at his chest, telling the others to watch him for a synchronized offensive. He breathed in, tensed his legs, and barged forward, slamming the door wide open in his wake.
A bespectacled man in his mid-thirties dropped his coffee cup in shock as Jake covered the distance between them with startling speed. Tik followed into the room, dagger at the ready, but the man
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