Armed Response
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IS THE WOMAN HE ONCE LOVED...
THE TRAITOR THEY’RE SEARCHING FOR?
Former Special Forces soldier Jace Eakin must find the mole inside Omega who’s leaking intel to a terrorist mastermind. Despite their complicated history and the fact that she is keeping a secret, he can’t believe it’s SWAT team leader Lillian Muir. As they give in to long-denied passion, Jace vows to protect Lillian with his life. But he’s been wrong about her before...
Omega Sector: Under Siege
“I want you,” she said, staring into those blue eyes that had once meant everything to her.
He gave her a half grin that stopped her heart and seemed to have a direct link to the most feminine parts of her. “You seem a little surprised by that statement.”
“I just want to be here with you, all the way with you. Here and now.” She knew she was being cryptic, that he couldn’t possibly understand what she meant. And she definitely wasn’t about to explain, especially not now.
But Jace just nodded. “Then stay with me, Tiger Lily. Just you and me.” He bent down and brought his lips to hers again tenderly.
And she did. For the first time in twelve years, she stayed. Because he wasn’t just any man. He was Jace.
ARMED RESPONSE
Janie Crouch
www.millsandboon.com.au
JANIE CROUCH has loved to read romance her whole life. This USA TODAY bestselling author cut her teeth on Harlequin Romance novels as a preteen, then moved on to a passion for romantic suspense as an adult. Janie lives with her husband and four children overseas. She enjoys traveling, long-distance running, movie watching, knitting and adventure/obstacle racing. You can find out more about her at janiecrouch.com.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Lillian Muir—The sole female member of the Omega Sector SWAT team. Excels in close-quarter combat and marksmanship.
Jace Eakin—Former US Army ranger and temporary member of the Omega Sector SWAT team. An explosives expert.
Ren McClement—Omega Sector founding agent with highest levels of security clearance.
Steve Drackett—Director of the Omega Sector Critical Response Division.
Derek Waterman—Omega Sector SWAT team leader.
Philip Carnell—Temporary member of Omega Sector SWAT team in tactical command.
Saul Poniard—Newest member of Omega Sector SWAT team.
Grace Parker—Omega Sector psychiatrist killed by Damien Freihof a few weeks ago.
Daryl Eakin—Jace’s brother who was killed twelve years ago.
Damien Freihof—Terrorist mastermind determined to bring down Omega Sector piece by piece by doing what they did to him: destroying their loved ones.
“Fawkes”—Omega Sector traitor providing inside information to Freihof.
Christina Glasneck—Colorado congresswoman and responsible for the Law Enforcement Systems and Services (LESS) Summit.
Omega Sector—A multi-organizational law-enforcement task force made up of the best agents our country has to offer.
This book is dedicated to my sister-in-law, Kimberly. Thank you for always being such a source of joy and encouragement, not just to me, but to everyone around you. And for making Mark read my books. I love you.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Excerpt from Cowboy’s Secret Son by Robin Perini
Chapter One
The way some women felt about that perfect little black-dress-and-heels ensemble—ready for anything, able to handle themselves, bring it on—Lillian Muir felt about her SWAT cargo pants, combat boots and tactical vest.
The heavy clothing and gear she wore might have felt burdensome at one time on her five-two, one-hundred-pound frame, but she had long since adjusted. Now she almost felt more comfortable with the extra thirty pounds weighing on her than she did with it off. The weight was a comfort. A friend.
Her HK MP5 9mm submachine gun rested against her shoulder, just grazing her chin. Her fingers curled gently around it as she moved through the silent winter air of this Colorado night. A shotgun strapped around her back and a Glock pistol low on one hip provided further assurance she could handle what was ahead.
More than a pair of high heels ever would.
And what was ahead was pissing her the hell off. A man—a father—holding his ex-wife and their two children hostage at gunpoint.
“Bulldog One, status.”
Lillian tapped the button that allowed her to speak into the communication system attached to her ear under her helmet. “Approaching back door, TC.”
“Roger that. Hold for entry.” One of the team’s newest—and temporary—members, Philip Carnell, was acting as Tactical Command. Carnell wasn’t the team’s usual TC and his presence added to Lillian’s unease about the mission. Not that Carnell wasn’t brilliant when it came to planning and calling the shots. He was. Had an IQ of about a million and was able to process tactical information and advantages faster than anyone Lillian had ever seen. His mind was like a damn computer.
But he wasn’t part of the usual team. And moreover, he was pretty bitter about that.
They were shorthanded from recent attacks by criminal mastermind Damien Freihof over the past few months. Team members had been hurt and even killed as they battled one assault after another. Explosions. Bullets through windows. Sliced throats. Even assailants at weddings. Freihof had made it his mission in life to wage war on Omega Sector.
Lillian herself had been injured in a mission just two weeks ago, shrapnel from an explosion catching her in the shoulder. She ignored the slight discomfort now. She had bigger things to worry about.
“Bulldog Two, report status,” Carnell said.
“I have a visual on the suspect. Single tango. He’s pacing. Three hostages. Mom and two kids. All in the kitchen.” Bulldog Two’s voice was a little too high, too excited. Another person that damn sure wasn’t part of the normal elite Omega Sector SWAT team. Damn Damien Freihof and his mole inside Omega.
Lillian ignored that discomfort for now, too.
“I have a shot. Repeat, I have a shot,” Bulldog Two said.
Lillian held her tongue. New Kid wasn’t her problem.
“Negative, Bulldog Two. Hold your position,” Carnell told him.
“I want to take this bastard out,” the trainee guy said again. What was his name? Paul?
“Hold, Bulldog Two.” This time it was team leader Derek Waterman on the comm unit. He was also out in the darkness surrounding the house.
Lillian’s lips pursed. “Derek, request channel change.”
“Roger that. Go to channel three, Bulldog One.”
Lillian clicked the dial that turned the comm device to a channel so she and the team leader could talk without anyone else listening.
“Go, Lillian,” Derek said.
“We going to have a problem with Newbie?”
“His name is Saul. Saul Poniard.”
Lillian sighed. “I just don’t want him shooting those kids’ dad in front of them.”
“Roger that,” Derek said. “No deadly force unless we have no other options. TC knows that. Carnell won’t make that call unless there are no other options and things are escalating.”
“I know that. You know that. Just want to make sure New Kid knows that.”
Derek grimaced. “Don’t worry. I’ve got him under thumb. I’ll pull him out if I need to. Switch channels.”
Lillian did so. She’d said her piece, and really didn’t have a problem with Saul Poniard except for his excitability, and lack of experience. Derek would handle it. Which was good because she didn’t want to have to go take out baby-SWAT wannabe before taking down that scumbag dad on the inside.
Who she could now hear screaming at his wife.
“Tactical Command, this is Bulldog One. I am at the back door. I have visual on the mom and kids but not the tango.”
She could see them in the kitchen, the woman and children sitting at a small round wooden table. The mom had both hands reached out toward her children, a boy around nine and a girl around seven, and they sat on either side of her, but not near enough to be touching her.
The tango paced into view, gun in hand, but at least pointing down, and he smacked the mom in the head with his bare hand as he stormed past and out of sight from where Lillian crouched at the window. Guy was still shouting.
“I still have a shot. Repeat, Bulldog Two has a shot,” Saul said. He was in a tree on the east side of the house, so Lillian had no doubt the angle gave him a tactical advantage. And yes, if Psycho Dad’s actions escalated, then Saul would need to take him out.
But otherwise Lillian would do everything she could to make sure these kids didn’t see a parent—no matter how terrible he was—die right in front of them.
Not here. Not today.
“Negative, Bulldog Two,” Philip said. “Bulldog One, can you infiltrate without exposure?”
“Affirmative,” Lillian responded. “Especially with all the noise this guy is making.”
“Everyone is in position. Go at your discretion,” Philip told her. The rest of the team—as well as the new kid—was ready to back her up and take out the tango if needed.
Lillian waited until the guy went on another tirade, screaming right in the mother’s ear, both kids sobbing, as an opportunity to slip inside a small crack when she opened the door. The Omega SWAT team regularly used Lillian’s small stature to their advantage. This was no different.
She kept to the shadows as she made her way closer to the kitchen.
“Tango is starting to wave the gun again.” Saul’s voice had reached an excited pitch again. “He’s got it to the wife’s head.”
“Roger that, Bulldog Two. Your shot?”
“Still clear, TC. Just give me the word.” Saul was damn near panting with excitement.
Damn it. She’d rather the team take out the father than have the mother die.
“Bulldog One?”
“I have no visual,” she muttered.
“Okay, Bulldog Two, you are cleared to—”
Lillian saw movement again in the kitchen. “Hold,” she said. “Tango is on the move again. Back to pacing.”
“I’ve still got the shot, TC.”
The frustration was evident in Poniard’s tone, and Lillian couldn’t blame him. Preparing to fire, and being cleared to fire, but then having the order rescinded at the last second, was irritating. But exercising control was also an important part of being a SWAT team member.
“Bulldog One, can you beanbag him?” Carnell asked.
“Roger that, TC. Moving into position.” Lillian grinned, replacing her HK MP5 with the shotgun strapped behind her back. The beanbag round was only accurate up to about six meters, but she was within range. Its blow was designed to cause minimal permanent damage while rendering the subject immobile.
The fact that it would hurt Screaming Dad like hell didn’t bother Lillian a bit. She crawled forward. She was going to have to pull some sort of Tom Cruise roll-and-shoot nonsense in order to get into position in the quickest way possible. She usually went for much less drama. But not today.
Guy started screaming again. Lillian had had enough.
You want to dance, buddy? We’ll dance. Together.
“On my mark,” she whispered to the team. “Three, two, one.”
Lillian pushed herself from her crouched position in the shadows, twisting her body into a roll as she cleared the wall and came into the opening of the kitchen, landing in a kneel.
She saw surprise light the tango’s face. He was swinging his gun around toward her when her finger gently squeezed the trigger on the shotgun, her aim perfect.
The beanbag round hit him square in the chest, propelling him back through the air and away from the table and hostages. The gun fell out of his hand.
Less than two seconds later Lillian was on the tango and the rest of the team was filing through the door, grabbing the children and wife and leading them to safety.
Screaming Dad groaned as Lillian grabbed his hands to cuff them. “Tango is secure.”
“You’re a woman!” The man’s outrage couldn’t be more clear.
Lillian arched a single eyebrow. “Yeah? Well, you’re an idiot. Turn over.”
“I think you done broke my ribs.”
Lillian didn’t give a rat’s ass whether this jerk had a couple of cracked ribs. He was lucky Philip hadn’t turned the trigger-happy new kid loose on him. “Shut up. I’ll break more than your ribs.”
Within a few more minutes the perp was loaded into the back of a squad car and the wife and kids were handed over to the paramedics.
“Nice work, everyone,” Derek said over their comm unit. “Let’s get packed up and back to HQ to debrief.”
Lillian bumped fists with everyone as they made it back to the car. Even Saul, who was smiling like an idiot. Everybody was walking away today. No one seriously injured, even the tango.
That made today a good day.
“Beers on me,” Derek said.
That made it an even better day.
* * *
LATER THAT NIGHT after the debriefing and the beers, Damien Freihof sat in an abandoned warehouse across town, staring at “Mr. Fawkes.” Damien had made it his mission over the last six months to destroy Omega Sector, piece by piece, in payment for taking the life of his beloved wife.
Fawkes, as he so cleverly liked to be called, had proven very useful over the last few months in that endeavor. Fawkes’s inside information on Omega had been quite helpful indeed.
Fawkes still wouldn’t give Damien his real name. Damien wondered how upsetting it would be to the younger man to know that Damien had figured it out weeks ago. The man might be brilliant, but Damien didn’t work with people he didn’t know.
Damien’s and Fawkes’s ideologies were different. Fawkes looked to destroy and rebuild all of law enforcement. Damien just wanted Omega to suffer the way he did when he’d lost his Natalie. Wanted them to know what it meant to experience unbearable loss.
But if Damien could bring chaos across the country by destroying the foundation of all law enforcement, as was Fawkes’s plan, then hell, he was up for that, too.
“It’s time,” Fawkes said as he paced back and forth hardly visible beside a window, even in the full moon. “You’ll be ready, right? We only have eight days.”
Damien sat perched against a desk. “Yes, I’ll be ready to do my part in your master plan.”
“We’ve gotten rid of two of their team members comp
letely. Another is injured and not fully up to speed.” Fawkes continued his pacing.
“It’s a mistake to underestimate the Critical Response Division, even when they’re weakened.” Damien had learned that the hard way.
“They brought in a new guy on the SWAT team. That was unexpected.” Fawkes stopped and studied Damien as he said it, as if gauging his response.
Damien knew all about the new guy. “Is that a problem?”
“No.” Fawkes resumed his pacing. “The team thinks they’re so smart, but they’re not. I’ve left a trail. It’s going to lead right to the very heart of the SWAT team. The sweetheart.”
“Lillian Muir?” Damien raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve got special plans for her. Have already left clues in the system that lead back to her as the mole I know they’re searching for.”
Damien had to admit Fawkes’s computer skills were impressive. He’d provided information that had helped Damien a great deal. Most particularly two weeks ago, when Omega had almost captured him at his own house. Without a warning from Fawkes, Damien would never have made it out.
Nor taken one of the SWAT team out of action in the process.
Fawkes might not be the easiest person to work with, but he definitely knew how to manipulate a computer system. And how to manipulate people, for that matter. People didn’t take him seriously enough, including those at Omega Sector.
Which was probably why he was trying to blow up—literally—all of law enforcement.
Or maybe he just had mommy issues. Whatever. Damien didn’t care why Fawkes was doing it, he just wanted to see Omega Sector destroyed. If Lillian Muir was going to take the fall for that, even better. Damien would do a little checking up on her himself.
Fawkes wasn’t the only one with computer skills and digging-up-info skills.
“Is there even going to be anyone left to search for the villain after you get through next week?” Damien asked.
Fawkes stilled. “I’ll be left. I will be one of the few tactically trained agents left in the whole agency. Hell, in the whole country. And all the destruction will lead right to Lillian Muir’s door. She’ll be dead and unable to open the door, but the destruction and blame will still lead right to her.”