Jack Reacher Killing Floor Novels & Stories

"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."

Like maybe he was the only thing keeping her from drowning. He wanted to be that anchor. But tonight, he hadn’t been her anchor. He’d been her executioner. And if she ever knew the full truth — the way he’d lost control, the way he’d killed without hesitation — would she still see him as the boy who kept her safe? Or would she see him as another shadow chasing her down? The question clawed at him, deeper than the guilt. ________________ By dawn, Rhett was back on the road, the Harley eating up the miles between him and the clubhouse. The fire in Amarillo would be explained away — another trucker accident, another blaze in a lot no one cared to look twice at.

"Don't even think about it." "Wait for me." He brought the certificate to his lips and yanked out a dagger. He plunged it into his chest. His crazy move freaked me out. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the certificate and staining my photo red. He tried to wipe the blood off but ended up toppling into the shaft. With a flop, he hit the sewage below. I shook my head. Karma was a real piece of work. Three days later, a scavenger spotted the blood pooled by the elevator and called the police.

Looks like the lights are off, though…’ Using a water pipe, Javier grabbed it and climbed up. When he arrived on the fourth-floor kitchen, he pushed a window half open with his leg and jumped inside. The entire ordeal seemed extremely easy for Javier, who did not even break a sweat thanks to Mackenzie’s assassination techniques. The moment Javier entered the kitchen on the fourth floor, he felt his cell phone vibrate. Javier opened it and saw that more details about Jonah’s background had been sent. Sure enough, he was an old veteran who was more than 60 years old. In the past, he had been considered a very reputable and respected old man.

The longer you take the longer he’s stuck with us. Jack gritted his teeth as he crumbled the piece of paper in his hand. He chucked it across the room letting out an angry goan. Claire lifted her head up and went to ask what was wrong. She inhaled sharply seeing a woman on the floor in a pool of her own blood. She glanced at Jack and covered her mouth seeing the other blonde girl dead. “Jack, where are we, what the heck is going on?” She said, confused. “They have Jonah.” Jack said anger shaking through him.

She phoned him, and he answered, "mom, I am safe." “Ok, please come home because they are shooting.” Joshua, not being afraid because he has his dad's blood, replied to his mom, “I promise I will be fine.” Suddenly there came a Ford Sierra speeding and shooting in the lane. Joshua was standing there when he suddenly recognized the person; they called him Plank. He has the number twenty-seven. The number twenty-seven in jail is the killer who does the twenty-six and twenty-eight’s work.

"The signal drop near the storage vaults is still active! I'm moving toward the lower arcade now!" "If a single scratch touches her, I will kill Regina myself!" I bellowed. "Keep moving! Push through the line! FIND AMAYA!” I threw myself down the grand marble stairwell. The stone steps chipping and exploding into white powder as incoming rounds from Roman’s mercenaries tore through the heavy glass skylights above. The mansion was no longer a home; it was a reinforced slaughterhouse. Two of Victor's men, dressed in full black tactical gear, burst through the smoke at the base of the stairs, their weapons raised.