All Chapters of Drengr: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I headed to the ammunition room and Ross smiled when he saw me. “What do you need?”“Two SRS A2’s, the team’s normal pistol book out, extra magazines, and four Remington ACR’s with two magazines each,” I said to him and smiled. “And a Karambit.”Ross shook his head and smiled again. “You never go anywhere without that damn knife.”“Best knife in the world,” I said.I headed back down to the basement and found the team still standing around and talking to each other. I sat down on my bike. “Go home, get some sleep. I’ll see you all back here tonight.”Nataly walked over to me but she looked different. “Listen, about last night–”“Don’t worry about it, Nataly,” I said. She smiled and nodded. She didn’t look at me the same way and I knew that Charlotte had succeeded in making her forget that she loved me. It had worked on Nataly, just not on me.I went back to the apartment and found Charlotte in the kitchen. “You’re back.”“Sorry, it took longer than I thought,” I said. “Are you okay?”

Peter Cavendish was the Director and also the man that had made me what I am. My anger wasn’t just directed at Nicole. I was angry with Peter too. I left the boardroom with Lynda trailing behind me as I went up to Peter’s office.“You can’t just barge into his office,” she said as I walked down the hall toward his door at the end of it.“Watch me,” I said.Lynda’s hand clasped around my arm. “Jericho, what’s going on?”“Nothing. Don’t come in with me, this is personal.” I opened his door and walked into his office. He was sitting on a couch watching our body camera footage with a drink in his hand. The man never quit, never stopped criticizing, never stopped wanting more and better.“Jericho, you don’t have an appointment,” he said.“I’m out,” I said angrily.“You’re out when I say you’re out,” Peter said and stood up.“I’m telling you, I’m out!” I yelled at him.“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked me. “Ever since you started playing house with that woman in Epworth you’ve be

Inside the kitchen, I put the backpack on the table. I looked around and whistled once, but the dogs didn’t come barking from anywhere. I stood in the open door and looked across the fields when I saw the glint. I was on my stomach crawling on the kitchen floor as bullets ripped through the windows and into the walls around me.I pulled the backpack down to the floor and made it to the living room unscathed. I took out the two Jericho’s and strapped them to my thighs. The other two Jericho’s were in shoulder holsters and I took out the Karambit. I strapped the knife onto my right leg next to the gun and stood up. I took out the Jericho’s from the shoulder holsters and closed my eyes.The gunfire had stopped and I knew that they, whoever they were, would now breach the house. I heard their footsteps on the porch and then they were inside the house. I counted ten different footsteps and they were quiet as they entered. These were trained men. Footsteps went upstairs as they started clea

They booked into a hotel with adjoining rooms and Malachi told Quintin to go and rest. He wasn’t in any danger and Quintin had been up for two days traveling to escort him to New York. Bryan sat awake in the living room and Malachi dialed Jessica’s number, knowing she would be sleeping, but he needed to hear her voice.“Ugh hello,” Jessica answered sleepily and yawned. “What time is it?”“My time or yours?”“Your time,” she said and he heard the rustle of bedcovers.“It’s ten p.m. I just finished up at the Council and booked into a hotel.”“And John?” Jessica asked.“He didn’t make it,” Malachi said.“Who do you answer to now?” she asked and he smiled.“To me.”“You Sinclair’s always have to be the best at everything,” she said and Malachi chuckled.“Why even bother if you’re not?”“When are you coming home?” she asked.“The day after tomorrow,” he said. “I have to be inducted first.”“Oh great, more weird ceremonies,” she said and Malachi laughed.“We’ll dance naked around a bonfire

I woke up to brilliant sunlight flooding into the room and it felt like deja vu all over again. I had woken up like this in Bo’s house. This time though there were no beeping machines and I touched my chest and abdomen. There was nothing there, no bandages, no bullet wounds. It was as if I had never gotten shot.The man from the car, Kiran Sinclair, my brain assessed and reminded me. He was half lying on a chair with his feet on the bottom of the bed. His eyes were closed and I looked around the room. I turned my head back to him and his eyes were open. I sat upright in the bed. I knew everything about him, it was his memories that had flashed through my mind as we drove.“Morning,” he said to me as he sat up straight in the chair.“Where am I?” I asked him.“I brought you home. We’re in Seward,” he said to me. Alaska. Alaska? For an average driver it would be a sixty-hour drive here. That’s five days. Charlotte must be out of her mind. “I brought you home.” Home. Charlotte. That was