Just A Taste

I thought I would give everyone a taste of my current WIP...


Jaw clenched, Ryker took determined strides to the iris scan next to a large metal door. Then a buzz sounded and they entered a room the size of a basketball court. Every wall covered with large screens captured a different scene of people living their lives in various parts of the world. In the center of the room, faces tinted blue by the monitors in front of them were the supervisors and handlers communicating with their operatives.

Ryker stopped in the middle of the bullpen.

The balding, whipcord thin Bryan Tilton stood over a handler shouting instructions and pointing at the screen in front of them. Maybe a second sense alerted Bryan for he looked up and his eyes widen. Ryker headed straight toward him, ignoring the people ducking for cover.

Ryker’s fist shot out and clipped Bryan in the chin, sending the man sliding across the floor. Desire to flatten the asshole’s pointy nose almost overrode all of Ryker’s control. Good thing Bryan remained sprawled out.

“I swear, sir, I told her to wait until I could get backup in place, but she wouldn’t listen.” Bryan cupped his jaw and shifted it from side to side. “Two of our operatives are held up in a traffic accident about five miles from her last location.”

“Last location?” Ryker pressed. His fists, knuckles white, stayed by his side.

“The target’s house in Druid Hills.” Bryan scooted back when Ryker took a step toward him. “As soon as Phil and Harry reach the house, they’ll break in and save her.”

Afraid he would crack the man’s chicken neck, Ryker turned away and pointed at the nearest handler. “You. Sal?” Mohawk bobbing, the pale man nodded. “Tell Phil and Harry to call me on my cell as soon as they reach the house. Jack and I will be there in forty-five minutes.” He turned back to Bryan. “Have the Raven ready in ten minutes.”

His helicopter was perfect to cover the miles quickly and could land almost anywhere.