Jack Reacher Killing Floor Novels & Stories

Within a few seconds five more men laid dead on the stairs. “Hey boss, take the next available elevator!” Jack’s voice sounded through the chip in Lara’s ear. He had been to able to hack into the elevators. “Uhh! Finally!” The man on the floor close to her began to move, “You’ll never get away with this, thief!” “I already have! Son of a bitch!” Lara replied and struck him hard on the head with his gun. He fainted! She smashed his gun into the wall and jumped into an elevator, quickly she pressed the button of the last floor on the elevator with her glove covered hands.

They had been walking for the best part of 45 mins before the he stopped in front of a large white door. The sound of voices on the other side had increased, as they entered yet another row of cells. Only this time Andrew stopped five cells down and looked in on a prisoner. "Hurry up", he growled. He didn't have to look over to know the woman had stopped after entering the room. Her movements were catlike but he tracked them easily. There was a familiar scent in the air here, that had Andrea almost running to the cell. "Alpha Jackson", she screamed at the dying man lying on the floor. He was a broken version of the alpha she had known and loved. His eyes followed her showing the slightest hi

He held my eyes. And I understood, with a clarity that arrived like cold water, that Derek on the kitchen floor was no longer the reason the Verdict Killer was still in my house. I was.

He hits the floor in the hallway and doesn't move. "Reloading!" Markos screams, pumping the action of his shotgun. A spent shell clatters to the floor. But he’s not fast enough. A second shadow dives through the smoke. He hits Markos low, tackling him into the weapon rack. The shotgun skitters across the concrete, out of reach. They crash to the floor, a tangle of limbs and leather. "Get off me!" Markos roars, throwing a heavy right hook. The Reaper grunts but holds on. He’s smaller than Markos, but faster. He rolls, pinning Markos’s arm with his knee.

Ako ang nauna dahil nandito pa ang malamig na katawan ng dalawang magkaibigan kaya agad kong tinawagan ang investigator ko. "[Yes sir?Nandito na po ako sa fourth floor malapit na po ako dyan sa fifth floor sir dala dala ko na po yung wheelchair para sakanila..]"Kabadong sambit nung investigator ko,Kinakabahan siguro sya sa gagawin namin tsk. "That's good i'll wait you for 3 minutes!"Nakangising sambit ko sa telepono "But si--"Hindi ko na sya pinatapos dahil agad na akong nagsalita.

"I've hated your arrogance for a long time. What makes you think you're better than me? Why must the scholarship be yours? Why do all the beautiful women surround you? "Why do I always have to follow behind you, picking up whatever's left over? I'm going to take back everything that belongs to me in my own way. Now, die!" A triumphant smile twisted his face. At last, he showed his true colors. He shoved me from the tenth floor, causing me to hit the ground and die on the spot. Even after being reborn, the panic and helplessness of falling from such a height still rang like a blaring alarm in my mind. After taking a moment to steady myself, I brushed the dirt off my clothes and climbed out of

The most important thing was keeping Freddy away from Celeste. A pang of guilt went through him, and he did his best to push it aside. It didn’t matter that Matt used to be his friend. It didn’t even matter that a part of him still believed that Matt was a good person. Jack didn’t have a choice. He had to kill him. He drove away, heading home. She went to Matt’s game, but it was late enough that she should have been home already. The minute he got home, he ran into the house, yelling for Celeste. She didn’t appear at the top of the stairs, and he ran up to her room. It was dark, and she wasn’t in her bed. His panic spiked as he ran through the house.

Hazel stood frozen near the wall, unable to look away as Jax broke fingers, carved into skin, demanded every last piece of information. This wasn’t the man who had gently wiped grease from her face on the back steps. This was Reaper. When Stitch finally gave up the last details—another planned hit, this one on the compound itself in two days—Jax put a bullet in his head without hesitation. The gunshot echoed like thunder in the small room. Hazel jumped, a choked sound escaping her throat. Blood had sprayed across the concrete floor. Some of it reached her boots. Jax turned to her slowly. His shirt was splattered red. His eyes were still dead.

He pressed the button for the Ground Floor. The descent was smooth. The silence was deafening. Jack checked his revolver. Six rounds. He checked the detonator in his pocket. One button. He closed his eyes and focused on the Entropy in his arm. It was humming, eager, hungry. Let us out, it whispered. "Soon," Jack replied. The digital display ticked down. 10... 5... 2... 1. Ding. The doors opened. The lobby was unrecognizable. The marble was shattered. The waterfall was dry. Bodies of mercenaries and wolves lay scattered where Marcus had fought.

I didn't think I'd ever cared this much about my life, but getting brutally murdered in a psychopath's home that I may have or may have not willingly walked into wasn't exactly a prideful way to die. Bam! A wack came to the top of the table, and I swallowed my heart and everything else that functioned inside of me. I could see his legs from the little space where I was crouched. He was so close to me. That was how I knew it was his fist he slammed against the table so hard. "This is…not happening!" His voice rang through the walls of the quiet room. "No, not again! This is not happening again!" Another hit followed, and the table shook like it was going to crumble.