Jack Reacher Killing Floor Novels & Stories

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.

Jax asked even though he had a hint of what was coming next. “We get rid of her. Kill her off. If she isn’t of any use we cast them away but if she has become a nuisance then we wipe them off the face of earth,” he said repeating their motto that they lived by. “Yes, I’ll send someone to get rid of her,” Jax said, ready to leave when suddenly Alastor was struck by an idea. “No, wait.” His evil brain was churning at a thought that would make the death a lot more painful for the ex-assassin.

After giving everything to the police they needed and the body was taken away, they left the house, knowing they’d never come back. The three got back to their clearing, Michael appeared in shock as Alissa and Luca gently guided him to the house. Alissa went to find the others to explain what happened while Luca supported Michael to get to a shower and a change of clothes. Alissa found Jack cradling Peta in the games room. “He’s so cute!” Jack exclaimed quietly as he bounced the blanketed bundle. Alissa chuckled humourlessly, “Kimberly’s been killed,” she mumbled. Jack looked up in shock. “I found her, she’s been stabbed.” “What do you mean?”

“How are June and the kids?” “June’s great, the kids are terrorists,” he said and I laughed. “I worry about you, Jericho.” “I’m fine.” Jack nodded and then made his way to the barn where his men would dismember the bodies and transport them away. I went into the laundry room and got a bucket and cleaning supplies. I went down to the basement first and started cleaning the floor where I had killed Andrew and the other man, washing away their blood. There could be nothing to see when Charlotte woke up.

Crack! Before he could finish his sentence, Jate Woods stepped on Jan Bobber and he died on the spot. There was nothing Jate Woods didn't dare to do. Scar was still sprawled on the ground. His four limbs were broken and he was still spewing blood from his mouth. He shuddered as he watched Jate Woods literally kill Jan Bobber by stepping on him. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't move at all. He opened his mouth, but more blood flowed out instead.

Sasha walked into her apartment, her body still trembling from what had happened at the café. She could still feel the weight of the gun in her hand, the sound of the shot ringing in her ears as Jack collapsed to the ground. His last words haunted her "Is Ethan worth killing me over?", repeating over and over in her mind. She had killed Jack—her friend, her brother.

Rebecca said as she gasped for air. “TIMES UP BECCA.!!” The floor manager yelled from the door. Before Rebecca had the chance to yell, Allegra sat up and twisted her neck, killing her. The floor manager walked in and his eyes widened at the sight. I grabbed the knife from Rebecca’s hand and threw it, hitting its target right between his eyes. I smirked, he may not be the first one to die, but I felt a surge of satisfaction killing him for ending my time with Allegra.