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Fireworks on the 4th

Summary

Just weeks after shutting down The Devil’s Door, McSwain & Beck find themselves trapped in their most perilous adventure yet. Racing against the clock, their unique skills are put to the test against a sinister group bent on destruction. An explosive thrill ride where the sparks fly and the lives of thousands hang in the balance.

excerpts

Midway to the building, a pair of headlights lit up the main road forcing me to drop to the ground. The car drove like it was racing in the Indy 500, and didn’t let up as it turned into the path of the security shack. The driver hit the brakes to have a short conversation with the guards then punched the gas and parked behind the building. A figure stepped from the car, and surveyed the area. When the garage doors opened, he disappeared inside. Through the NVGs all I could make out were grainy, green images.

I verified the guards were back in their shack then quickly sprang to my feet and ran as fast as my feet would move on the desert sand, until I reached the barbed-wire fence that surrounded the compound. With the garage door open, I wanted to see if I could get a look inside. With any luck, I could get an idea where they were holding Cody.

First, I had to cut a path through the fence without being detected by the guards. I spread out flat on the ground, flipped the NVGs up from my eyes and maneuvered the backpack off my shoulders to get the pliers. With them in hand, I proceeded to snip away at the rusted metal, cutting a hole large enough to crawl through. When that was done, the pliers were returned to the backpack, and I shimmied through the space. To keep the guards from noticing the fence was cut I positioned the snipped wire back in place, and lined it up the best I could. Lowered the NVGs back over my eyes, heaved the backpack over my shoulders and continued on foot.

At the back of the building, I used the vehicles for cover. With the light illuminating the area, I no longer needed the NVGs. Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see the car that recently sped up to the compound: the McLaren F1 driven by Sebastian Diaz. I also had a clear view inside the garage. What was inside had me curious to say the least.

The white box truck that Cody arrived in was parked in the first bay. There were three other box trucks parked in the number two, three and four bays. All three of them had been recently painted. Two of them were painted with the words FED EX in blue and red letters on the sides and back door, and the word EXPRESS was in smaller letters underneath to make them look like Federal Express delivery vehicles.

The third box truck was air-brushed in fire-engine red with the words CITY OF SUTTER BEACH just underneath the driver and passenger windows, in white letters. On the lower section of the doors it said: FIRE DEPARTMENT/PARAMEDICS.

I assumed Fed Ex and the fire department had some way of marking their vehicles to know they were official, but when seeing these rigs driving down the road, they would pass for the real deal. These guys had to be planning something, and using them to pull off one of their acts.