“Han,” Carter kept his voice as low as possible so as to not alert their attacker. “Can you hear me?”
“Loud and clear. You got a bead on him yet?”
“Luggage cart to your left. First cart. Can you draw his fire?”
“Not a problem.” Han stepped through the doorway of the jet and casually walked down the stairs. When he reached the tarmac, he paused. “Maybe he already left.” As if on cue, a bullet pinged off the metal railing directly behind him. “Guess not. I’ll go left.”
Carter watched as Han ran, bullets flying through him as though he wasn’t even there. That is one handy little power. Carter always loved being able to shape-shift into a wolf, but Han’s ability to change his molecular structure in order to pass through solid objects and, as in this case, have solid objects pass through him, definitely made some things a lot easier.
While the shooter was busy targeting Han, undoubtedly questioning his abilities and aim, Carter sprinted to the front of the cart. The rifle’s muzzle protruded a good eight inches, so he knew exactly where the man holding it was positioned. Without making a sound, he stepped to the back side. Jackie, who’d used Han’s diversion to join him, stood to one side of the cart while he took the other. At Carter’s nod, she yanked back the plastic. The shooting stopped immediately and the rifle fell to the ground as Carter pressed the business end of his Glock to the man’s ear.
Carter took in every detail of the man crouched in front of him. He was Native American with black hair tied in a ponytail that reached his waist. A crescent-shaped scar trailed down from the corner of his right eye. “So, is this one of those ‘I’ve had a really bad week so I’m going to go shoot some random people’ things? Or were you looking specifically to ruin our day?”
The shooter’s cold stare, tinged with more than a little hatred, told Carter everything he needed to know. “Who sent you?”
Still no response.
“All right, then. Get on the jet.” Carter grabbed the man’s elbow and hauled him from the cart. “Let me tell you how this is going to go down. Normally, I’d ask you a bunch of questions. Of course you wouldn’t answer any of them because you’re too stupid.” The man continued to stare. “Yep, the stupid ones always try the stare. Anyway, like I was saying, we’d go through all the usual paces and get pretty much nowhere. Other than me and my friends here enjoying every minute of kicking your ass.
“But, because we have people to see and places to go, I’m going to skip all that and send you back east on that jet over there. It’s quite a nice ride actually, other than the new bullet holes messing with the paint job. You’ll pay for that, by the way. So, after spending a four-hour trip in shackles, you’ll be taken to Finley’s Basement. Ever heard of it? No? Don’t worry. No one has—ever. That’s the secret prison where we keep all the super-talented bad guys that are just too much for a regular prison to handle.”
The man made no comment. Carter watched the shooter’s eyes as he spoke, waiting for the telltale signs of fear. So far, nothing. Time to kick it up a notch.
“And when I say super-talented, I mean it. Hell, I’m Havasupai and those guys make me look like a Chia pet.”
There it is. It was obvious that this guy knew, and believed, the Havasupai legends because his eyes widened ever so slightly, then focused on the ground.
The sound of a chopper approaching halted their one-sided conversation. Both Carter and Jackie looked to the sky, momentarily distracted by the interruption. That moment was all it took. The man shoved Jackie into Carter’s chest, sending them both toppling to the ground.
Then the unexpected happened. One minute the man was running away as fast as his two feet would take him. The next, his two feet were replaced by four paws, and his speed increased exponentially. Jackie raised her weapon and fired, but the impact had virtually no effect. Within seconds, the shooter was safely in the woods that surrounded the airport.
“Well, that’s new,” Han said as he caught up to them. “I didn’t know your people could shift into bears, too.”
Carter stared off into the woods, his brain trying to catch up with what his eyes had just seen. “We can’t.”
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A Note from the Author
Thank you very much for taking the time to read this novella. After writing Crossfire, the predecessor to this story, I found myself spending more and more time thinking about Greco. He has so many layers and I just had to explore his character further. I hope you enjoyed getting to know him as much as I did.
I would, once again, like to ask you to please leave a review of this story on Amazon. Not only do reviews have an enormous impact on the success of a book and its author, but I read every review I receive and use them to improve the series. Who better to teach me than my readers? Click HERE to leave your review.
As always I have a few people to thank.
First, my husband, Mark, and our two fantastic children for listening to me rant about plot problems and helping me through them.
The members of the WorldWiseWriters group—Jacky Gray, S.M. Freedman, Ro Green, Jennelle Faulkner, and Hannah Sullivan—are always instrumental in my process. They joyfully share their brilliance and I can’t thank them enough. Lois Lavrisa also deserves a big hug from me. Our lunch meetings got me through more than one bout of writer’s block.
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Thank you again for reading Greco.
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The Omega Group Series
Crossfire (Book 1)
Greco (Book 1.5)
Rogue (Book 2)
Pandora (Book 3)
Chaos (Book 4)
About the Author
Born and raised near Toronto, Canada, Andrea Domanski moved south to get away from the snow and cold when she was 24 years old. She now lives in Savannah, Georgia with her husband Mark, their two children, and their goldendoodle.
After selling her business in 2012, Andrea focused her energies on raising her two children and finding a new career path that excited her. It wasn’t long before she decided that writing a novel—something she’d always wanted to do—would be her next big adventure.
Andrea is a member of the
WorldWiseWriters group and is currently working on the next book in her Omega Group series.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Stay With Me!
Rogue Excerpt
A Note from the Author
About the Author
WorldWiseWriters Group
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