Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 592: Only The Beginning

"Hey, what are you doing back there!" the guard bellowed.

At once, the five men scattered like cockroaches.

"Stop!" the guard roared, already on his radio. "Targets located! All units converge on Warehouse A, East Rack! Device located! Code Red! Timer at Ten! Repeat, timer at Ten! Move!"

"Spread out!" the leader snapped to his crew and they bolted in five directions.

Sirens came to life immediately, a harsh female voice echoing through the building. "Attention all personnel: this is not a drill. Evacuate Warehouse A immediately. Proceed to Muster Point North. Do not use the east bay exits."

Workers dropped their clipboards and scanners, with some abandoning their carts. What followed next was screaming, as chaos broke out.

Ace Storm hit the rolling door at a dead sprint with a dozen wolves behind him. "Security Teams A and B, on me! Ralph, lock down the south dock! Bomb unit, to East Rack now. Everyone else, evac lanes clear, get the workers out!"

He jabbed a finger across the floor plan mounted near the entry. "Contain the device. Catch those traitors and no shooting near volatile lines. Do it clean, and fast. Our life is on the line."

"Copy!"

The first guard who had discovered Patrick’s men was still chasing after the leader. Realizing the both of them hit the central aisle at the same time, he then cut hard left, hopped onto a narrow steel catwalk that ran above the aisle, and sprinted.

Seeing that, the werewolf huffed in annoyance and took the stairs three at a time. The saboteur cursed when he saw that but kept moving. Instead, he shoved a rolling ladder into the guard’s path, trying to slow him down.

The ladder clanged, toppled, and pinned the rail, but the guard vaulted it. Breathless and frustrated, the idiot human tripped over a hose, fell on his ass, and scrambled backwards.

"Stay down!" the guard commanded when he got to him but the leader instead swung a box cutter at him.

But werewolf were stronger, all the guard did was swat his wrist aside, drove a punch into the man’s jaw, and he fell to the ground, limp.

At once, the guard yanked the duffel off his shoulder and tore it open. Except there was no devices in there.

"Damn it!" He slammed his radio. "East floor, suspect down, no device. Be advised, two more devices are still in play."

"Copy," Ace’s voice snapped back. "Camera room, talk to me."

In the control booth, a werewolf tech with headphones already on dragged video feeds up across four screens. "I’ve got them. Two moving, one north, one west."

"Give me grid," Ace said through gritted teeth. They were running out of time here.

Aisle C-17, heading south toward Dock Three. Runner Two: between B-12 and B-13, moving west, level

Dock Three," Ace barked.

Runner Two turned a corner hard, and met two werewolf guards

with their weapon, the crack of blue leaping through the air.

on him in a heartbeat, searching

Two is down," the guard reported. "There’s no

growled into the communication device. "Find

it was non-sparking tools, dielectric gloves, fiber-optic scope, X-ray tablet.

danger, "Homemade shell, pro internals. Anti-tamper loop on the clamp, dual power. It looks like shock and

"EMP?" Ace shot back.

EMP risks our own controls and the

on Ace’s forehead,"How

swallowed, "Just

voice cut back in. "Runner One is

choke point.

it," a

on the fire stairs, possible Runner Three," the camera man added, his fingers tapping furiously across the keyboard. "Yes, Runner Three, heading south on the

now. "None of those traitors leave this building. It’s

this was going on, the alarms kept speaking, "Evacuate Warehouse A. Proceed

team stepped out from behind a column at a perfect angle. They tackled him right to the floor,

Team spat into the radio. "Runner

is it?"

"We don’t know sir,"

"Camera?" Ace demanded.

Three, D-10 mezz. Wait, there, lower level, Aisle D-4, south end, he has

waste breath. "Nearest unit to D-4, south end, take

wolf in a grey vest came around the endcap at a dead run, and saw the man under the pallet. He kicked him on his side like a baseball player stealing home, smashed into the bastard, and drove him out from

guard coming on top. He hammered the man’s wrist against the concrete until his fingers opened, then

he shouted into the

jammed the safety pin back into

shakily. "Control, second device secured,

let his voice soften. "We still

methods but it’s too late. We’re out of

back

"Three..."