Rdr2 Jacks Book Novels & Stories

He lifted the small object and examined it carefully, and a second later, he nodded his head, signaling that this was indeed what he was looking for. This flash drive contained important data about government officials who were working with drug cartels and the mafia. And with this, those destructive bastards would soon be destroyed. Cylo glanced at Jack's body, which was lying face down on the floor, completely dead. There were many bullet wounds on his back, and blood was splattered everywhere. But this was a common sight for him. “Hm, thank you for the flash drive, Mr. Jack.” He moved to leave the old warehouse that Jack and his men used as their headquarters.

Joker told King while looking at him with a smirk. Instead of arguing, King nods in agreement as Jack comes in the door with the laptop in hand. Out of all of us, Jack is the best with technology; you don’t often see him without something in his hands. His hair was tousled, he was wearing an old shirt with grey sweats looking tired, and it was only 9:15. He had been tracking people for Gabe while he had been off, and I could see it was getting to him.

Damien Through out my time as a military police officer, I had seen enough fucked up shit in my line of duty but not one as diabolic as what I just witnessed. It dawned on me that I still had no idea what was going on in Renaissance and this information that Jackson got was invaluable. I understood why he was jittery. He really went in deep down the rabbit hole and came out she'll shocked. I inserted the flash drive into the side of my MacBook and waited until whatever was on the flash displayed.

“I’ll be okay. Just give me a minute.” “How’d you do?” Ben asked. Pulling the pack off his back, he handed it to the warlock. “Welcome back,” Hank enthusiastically said. Looking at the pack in Ben’s hands, he asked, “Is that it?” Nodding, Jasper said, “Getting back was brutal. The woods are crawling with vampires and wolves.” “I get the vampires, but wolves?” Hank said as he looked up at the small sliver of moon in the sky. “They’re searching for me,” he explained.

Doc decided that he needed to learn about this HYDRATE command that they were always shouting at each other. But for now, he was going to focus on the newest member of the group around the fake campfire. Jack was larger than Doc, but not as big as Jill. His red hair was in a regulation flat top and face was clean shaven. His issued BDUs hugged his five feet eleven frame. Jack had only been in the country for a week, whereas Jill, Gunny, and Celeste had been in for six. Doc had joined their merry band earlier that day. “I always knew that Sles was a bit off, but I never saw her as being a perv,” Doc observed.

I said as we hugged and he slapped me on the back. “I like the new place, bro,” Jack said with a smile as we walked up to the porch and the two dogs started barking as we stepped inside the kitchen. “Quiet,” I said and they stopped barking immediately. Jack followed me through to the living room and surveyed the damage. There were about five bullet holes in the wall behind me and the furniture had been moved. “Somebody didn’t put up a fight,” he said as he surveyed the lack of disarray. We went outside to the porch as Jack whistled loudly and two men walked up to the house. Jack took them inside and came back to sit down next to me as his men carried the dead bodies toward the barn. Neither

--- Country M. The tension in the room was thick as one of the mafia bosses in Country M slammed his hands on his desk upon hearing the unsettling report. He really wanted to catch them and turn them into his, but they just vanished. This will affect his plan greatly. His eyes narrowed into a glare as he turned his gaze towards the person standing before him, his expression a mix of frustration and anger. "All of their and our key operatives have disappeared?" he demanded, his voice laced with barely contained fury. "And no one knows if there are any operatives left in the country."

I frown and look at Dylan, and he smiles. “Bonnie is not allowing alcohol,” he says and I look at Jude who shakes his head and rubs his hands over his face. “That woman…” he says and I sit on the couch holding my apple juice glass and I can’t help but laugh. “She said if she can’t drink, no one else can,” Dylan says, shrugging, but then he opens his jacket and retrieves a hip flask, and starts pouring the gold content on our tumblers. “God bless you, brother,” I say and he raises it up and smiles.

Jax was the last to hang up his phone and then turned around to face the rest of us. “I think I got one that you need to call back now.” Jax said holding up one of the message slips. I took it from him and saw Derek’s handwriting on the top stating that he was in the Everglades pack. “Ok. I will start with him.” I said. “Go through the ones we just called and put them in order from high risk to low. High risk being we need to move them asap on top of the stack and low risk being on the bottom of the stack.” I said as I dialed the number walking away.

I say. THE END Book three is called The Strong, and it is Jude Ashford’s story. Dylan and Jo will be a part of that book. You will see what happens to them through Jude’s eyes. Jude is the second oldest brother and the quietest one of them all. He is a mystery to his brothers, but time will knock down his defenses and expose him to everyone. Join the Ashford’s finding out who Jude Ashford really is.