Jack Reacher Killing Floor Novels & Stories

Karma's POV Adrian walked toward the elevators. Then the footage changed, another camera. He entered the elevator, another camera. He stepped out. I watched carefully. "What floor is that?" "The second floor." I frowned. "What is he doing there?" The second floor contained several departments, including offices and restricted areas. "Where did he go?" Hale didn't answer. He pointed toward the screen. We watched Adrian walk down the corridor and then he stopped. Someone was standing at the far end. My heart skipped. "Pause it." The officer stopped the footage.

Kayla jerked violently, her body collapsing forward, blood spreading fast beneath her as her gun hit the floor with a dull thud. I blinked in shock, heart pounding, breath stolen. Jake grinned from where he stood, smoking pistol in hand. "Oops," he said lightly. "Guess she wasn't quick enough." He looked right at me, smirking. "Got rid of that for you."

"Mercy gets you killed in the North." "You passed the first test." He turned back toward the river. "Let's go." "The jet is ten minutes away." "Leave the trash here." Arielle pulled her cloak tight. She stepped over the unconscious scout. She felt lighter. Stronger. She had killed. She had maimed. And the sky didn't fall. The gods didn't strike her down. Because she was outside their jurisdiction now. She hurried to catch up with Lycian. For the first time since she woke up in the pit, she smiled.

The next day, a meeting involved Druid Hills Headquarters. Logan explained how he broke into the Justice Complex two weeks earlier. He told them how Edwards failed guardianship. Logan’s plan never involved attacking the cop. Then Scarface ordered Logan to execute Edwards later. Things didn’t succeed. The moment arrived to execute the final target at Justice Complex. **** Jennifer dropped her best friend Kellie off at home after eleven on the night of June second. They met up for alcohols and dinner at a modern restaurant.

He immediately ran to the toilet bowl and stuck two fingers down his throat to vomit. I walked over with my hands crossed. "You forget that we have cameras at home. Seeing this is the first time, I won't press charges. "You are going to call your mother and get her to pick you up. You will never step foot in my home ever again!" Jason vomited so hard that tears streamed down his face. He stood there, trembling. "Aunt Eva, are you kicking me out? Why? I lived with you for three years in my past life! Why is it different this time?!"

“He’s the father of my son, Jack. And I’m not a murderer.” At that moment, I almost smile through the pain, pride swelling faintly. “Well, Rachael, you got the second point wrong.” Jack’s tone shifts, his voice heavy with bitterness. “Actually, you are a murderer. Have you already forgotten? You just killed my mother.” The room goes quiet. The air thickening with unspoken tension, and I try again to lift my head, but the throbbing pain forces it back down. “I’m sorry, Jack. It was an accident. I didn’t mean for it to happen.” Rachael’s voice finally cuts through the tension. “If I could go back and do things differently, I would.”

Cold marble, floor-to-ceiling glass, a city spread out below like it’s begging to be conquered. The door closed behind us. That was when it hit me. My hands started to shake. I curled my fingers into my palms, nails biting skin, grounding myself. He noticed. Of course he does. “Say it,” he said without turning around. “What.” “You’ve been staring at me like you’re trying to peel my skin off,” he replied calmly. “Say it.” My throat tightened. “Why did you do that?” He turned slowly. “Do what.” “You killed him,” I snapped. “Don’t play dumb.”

RABIYA The moment I received the command coming from Travis Exposito himself, Janvic and I decided to take our actions right away. So, without letting another at least split of a second to pass, we began walking across the lobby of the second floor and into the stairways that led us to the third floor. It was an exhausting and severely energy-draining activity, but we had no choice but to move as fast as we can. To be honest, we already forgot that we were supposed to be careful because as what Travis and Philip had said, the killer might appear us along the way. None of us knew that he or she had weapons, but at least, at some point until we reached the fifth floor in at most twenty minutes

And Gage hoped like hell his friend and Khalia found a way. With a nod he turned to Ellis and Dunphy. “Grab your weapons and med kits. We’ll get in position and each take an exit so we’re ready for them when they come out.” Up on the fifth floor Hunter burst through the hotel room’s door into the hallway— And crawled straight into hell. Through the artificial darkness cast by the choking smoke he could just make out the orange glow of flames at the end of the hallway to the left. The sights, sounds and smells instantly transported him back to that burning ministry building in Quetta.

I knew these men would suffer from what they put me through and I was ready to deliver my judgment on them. I increased my pace and an unfortunate man launched an attack toward me. Using the tip of the SAG I wielded on me, I hit him on the head and pumped five bullet shots to his head. Jared in his own right was impressive in his attack, dodging and shooting as he made his way forward and cleared whatever was in his way. We had successfully cleared the ground floor and made our way to the first floor. The building had three floors and I could tell Laura was on the second floor.