Friday, June 6
Last One Out: Part 3 – The Processing Plant
The office had a small, decently furnished bedroom, kitchen, dining area, and office. A HAM radio sat on a batter desk, along with a satellite phone. Hammer could make out Wells, strapped to a chair and moaning. Montoya was talking to him. Two guards stood near the entrance.
Hammer kicked the door open and fired his silenced pistols at point blank range into the guts of each guard. They crumpled to the ground.
Montoya whirled and then dove sideways. Hammer heard the click of a weapon being reloaded.
He ducked just in time as machinegun fire peppered the doorway.
“Now!” said Hammer into his mic. [MORE]
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