Jack Reacher Killing Floor Novels & Stories

Jack Jack replayed those word in mind again or Pat continued to scream the same thing over and over "you fucking killed her". Charles the head of security had entered the floor as the scene unfolded. Jack felt his heart racing, his colour drained from his face, and his world fell apart with those words on repeat.

Jes went down to the ground floor actually about to get drinking water. Her throat was dry, drinking supply in the bed room was running out. Jes's face was still pale and nervous from meeting Adam earlier. She looked around to find the kitchen. Jes is still unfamiliar with the mansion with three floors. Someone tapped Jes on the shoulder from behind. Jes jumped in shock, her face even paler. Jes didn't dare look back yet. The heart was pounding. She was afraid that it would be Adam who tapped her on the shoulder.

I screamed over the roar of the rotors. He didn't move. He waited until they were inches away, then he moved with a speed that bypassed the human eye. In three fluid strokes, the Reapers were on the ground. He vaulted onto the ladder just as a Russian rocket slammed into the hotel’s penthouse, turning the room we had just occupied into a fireball. The chopper lurched, pulling away from the inferno. Killian hauled himself into the cabin, his chest heaving, his face splattered with blood that wasn't his. He slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the seat opposite me.

*** The Killing Floor came next. The path split into three tunnels. No signs, no markers. Just darkness and choice. I checked Ash's notes in my mind. The left tunnel was rigged with gas. The right had a collapsing ceiling. Only the center was clear. I headed for the center tunnel. Kade went left. Another racer followed him. I heard the hiss of gas release before I was even ten feet in. Then screaming. I kept running. The center tunnel was dark and damp, but stable. My boots splashed through shallow water, and the air smelled like rust and decay. The camera in my helmet captured everything.

"You're off-base. In spite of the fact that I'm an appointed authority and my central goal is to rebuff you slime buckets, my objective isn't to kill individuals. I simply need to play a game with you. On the off chance that you can help out one another and penance one another, there will be individuals who will survive the ordeal. On the off chance that you're fortunate, every one of you would survive the ordeal." "F*ck! Quit professing to be a decent individual here! Just you stand by. On the off chance that I leave alive, I'll kill your entire family! I'll allow you to have a sample of what I'm feeling now!" Taking a gander at Morrison's incensed look, Jack was as yet quiet. He said brisk

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

I shake my hand which is hurting from the concrete wall when I hear the wolf laughing and I turn my head to him he instantly stops laughing. “Well, we won’t need you anymore now,” I say and my claws slip out my fingers before reaching inside his chest ripping out his heart and dropping it on the ground beside me. “Why did you kill him? We still have no name.” The doctor says confused. “We do. Jack. Vince found the Hunters. They are up in the mountains and Jack was with them.” I tell him as I wash the blood from my hand. “Shit. What do we do now?”

I want to squeeze her hand back so badly, but I can't, so I just let her squeeze mine as tightly as she wants while she continues talking. "I had to get justice for you, Brixton. You deserved it more than anyone else that I know. You killed Callum and Scotty for me for the things that they did, so I killed Stacks and Lexi for you for the things that they had a part in. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to pull it off. You know, since I never killed anyone before, but seeing them, knowing what they did, it was easier than I thought it would be."

His smile stretched thin and poisonous. Rhett’s blood surged hot. He forced himself onto one knee, pistol raised like it still had teeth. “I’ll fucking kill you.” Kane’s smile widened. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even slow. Rhett pulled the trigger. Click. Pulled again. Click. Empty. The truth slammed into him harder than the crash. No more bullets. No more chances. He tried to stand, his legs shaking, pain tearing through his chest. His body screamed with every movement, but he shoved himself upright anyway. He wouldn’t crawl for this bastard. Not him. Not ever.

"Hello, is Mr. Anthony Hamilton here?" A police officer appeared in the doorway, announcing, "After a thorough investigation, we've confirmed the victim from the elevator crash two days ago was Caitlin Hamilton." Anthony's body swayed, and his face turned ashen. "How is that possible?" he muttered.