From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 409

Chapter 409: Not That Easy! (Part 2)

Those who had come with Max were ready to help when needed. Max didn’t want a full brawl yet , he wanted information first, a sense of what he was really walking into , but he had people who would move the moment he gave the word.

While Max spoke with Jett, his phone stayed on and connected to Aron at all times. It was a tight line: words on one end, movement on the other. Max needed that connection. If the meeting turned, Aron would be the one to react first.

They’d suspected things could escalate. When it became clear Jett wasn’t interested in talking and intended to attack, the second part of Max’s plan went into motion. It had to. A simple negotiation had never been Jett’s style , this had been set up to test them, to bait them. Now the bait had snapped.

Part of the complication, Max thought, was the Black Hounds who were posted on top of the containers. They were backup , the kind of backup that could close escape routes and turn a simple fight into a trap. The men up high could call for more, block pathways, and funnel anyone on the ground into a kill zone. That was the problem Aron was dealing with.

Aron moved like he belonged to the containers. He leapt from one lid and landed on another with a muffled thud. The sound carried, but not like an alarm , more like a marker, a calculation of distance and timing. He kept moving until he reached the edge of the higher stack. From there a man on an even taller container peered down.

"What was that bang?" the man muttered, looking around. For a moment he saw nothing, only empty sky and the rigid lines of metal. Then a movement along the edge drew his attention: someone had pulled himself up and jumped to the ledge in front of him.

Aron kicked forward. The force of the movement balanced on a tiny bit of ledge and then became a knee into the man’s stomach. They rolled together, scraping across the metal, and Aron’s hand moved for a taser. He pressed it to the man’s neck; the device sparked, the man convulsed, then slumped. Foam drifted from the corner of his mouth as the electricity took hold and he passed out.

Aron worked like that: surgical, quiet, and focused. He told himself the right thing was to make routes for escape, to make sure their people had an out. If anyone watching the rooftops reported back that even a small, precise force could cut a path through, more caution would follow. Escape, in Aron’s mind, was as important as victory.

Of course, while keeping those goals in mind, he was also searching , eyes always scanning for where Sheri might be. He moved with two jobs: keep the high positions quiet and find the room where she was held. That was why he wasn’t standing with the others when Max shouted into the open dock.

Jett saw the arrivals. He watched as more faces stepped from the shadows and into the fight. He recognized a few now: the ones he’d seen earlier, the ones who’d come for Max. Na, who had a careful presence; Darno, who’d been rammed off the road; and the others who had joined the cluster of rangers around the Billion Bloodline man.

"Oh it’s that guy I saw before, the one that was quite talented," Jett said, nodding toward Na almost lazily , recognition that was part dismissal and part calculation.

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