Softly at Sunrise (kgi )

by Maya Banks

  Sam’s expression went from teasing to complete business in two seconds flat.

  “Oh shit. Give me the rundown.”

  Ethan, Donovan, and Garrett immediately forgot all about what the others were doing and turned their full attention to Sam.

  “Son of a bitch!” Sam swore. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Is she okay? What the hell’s going on? Do you have S.W.A.T. on scene?”

  A prickle of unease snaked down Ethan’s spine. It had to be family-related for Sean to call and for Sam to be so flustered. And most of the family was accounted for. Except for Rachel. But Rachel was teaching. Surely it had nothing to do with her.

  Then Sam glanced over at Ethan, his expression grim, and Ethan’s stomach bottomed out.

  “Rachel,” he mouthed.

  Ethan forgot to breathe. He crowded in close to Sam, straining to hear everything Sean had to say. He only got bits and pieces because Sam had the damn phone glued to his ear, but what he heard chilled him to the bone.

  Gunman holding Rachel’s class hostage. Extremely volatile. Threatening to start shooting if his demands weren’t met. A fifteen-minute timeline. Holy fuck. It would take at least twenty for them to get to the school, and that was hauling ass and breaking land speed records.

  Ethan whirled on Donovan. “Van, can you get the chopper in the air that quickly? We could make it in ten minutes if we haul ass.”

  Sam hung up the phone, but he was already running toward the newly constructed helipad.

  “Get the others. I want every man we’ve got on this,” Sam yelled.

  Nathan and Joe and the rest of their team scrambled up without hesitation and fell in behind the others as they ran for the helicopter.

  Donovan hopped into the cockpit and began flipping switches to get the engines started.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Garrett demanded.

  The others were crammed into the chopper and were leaning forward to hear what Sam had to say.

  “Some crazy mother fucker, a parent of one of Rachel’s students, is having domestic issues. His wife issued a restraining order and is pursuing sole custody in the divorce proceedings. Husband went batshit crazy and went to his kid’s classroom waving a gun around, and now he’s threatening to start shooting if his demands aren’t met.”

  “And what are his demands?” Ethan bit out.

  “He wants the restraining order rescinded.” Sam snorted. “Fat chance of that happening. He wants custody of his daughter. Yeah, like that’s going to go over well. And he wants his wife up at the school in fifteen minutes, which can’t be good. Even if he doesn’t go off his rocker and start shooting kids, you know he’ll end up killing her.”

  “Did Sean say if Rachel was okay?” Ethan asked, fear nearly choking him.

  “She’s scared out of her mind, but Sean says she’s doing a very good job of keeping the guy calm. She’s cooperating fully, trying to keep him appeased. She called him instead of 911.”

  “That’s our girl,” Garrett said, pride in his voice. “She’s smart and she’s a fighter. My money is on her.”

  Ethan rubbed his forehead tiredly. He’d never been so damn scared in his life. “You guys don’t understand.”

  Nathan eyed him sharply. “What don’t we understand?”

  Ethan sucked in a deep breath. “She’s…pregnant. We’re having twins. We just found out. This kind of stress can’t be good even if she doesn’t get herself shot.”

  The others looked dumbstruck.

  “I’d congratulate you,” Sam said grimly, “but right now I’d prefer to get her out in one piece so we can celebrate like hell later.”

  Ethan nodded his agreement. “I can’t lose her. I can’t lose them ,” he said with quiet desperation.

  Oh God, he’d already gotten luckier than any one person could ever hope for by having her miraculously restored to him after he’d thought she was dead for an entire year. Was he doomed to lose her to fate after all?

  Garrett put his hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “You aren’t going to lose her. We’ll go in and kick some ass. Fuck what the local police say. We’ll take out this asshole, and then everyone can go home to their parents, and Rachel can come home with us.”

  Ethan bumped knuckles with Garrett and muttered a hooyah. Garrett rolled his eyes. “Only because this involves Rachel will I let you get away with that Navy bullshit.”

  The helicopter touched down just off the school premises, and Sam was already on the phone with Sean, who was on scene.

  “We’re coming in,” Sam said in a hard voice. “You make damn sure no one gives us any grief.”

  Ethan’s heart was in his throat. Flashbacks of his time with Rachel since her return played over and over in his head.

  The memory of those two fuzzy blobs on the monitor that pulsated, signaling life, and the look of incredible joy on Rachel’s face as they realized what those two blobs meant was rich in his mind.

  He couldn’t lose Rachel or their babies. He’d fought too damn hard to get his life back. He wasn’t going to let it all slip away now.

  They ran onto the paved parking lot of the middle school exactly eighteen minutes after Sean had first placed his call.

  “Sitrep!” Sam barked. “Where are we on his timeline?”

  Sean looked relieved to see Sam but gestured toward the chief of police and the sheriff. Sean wasn’t senior on the scene even if he was the point of contact.

  “I bought us a few extra minutes by telling him his wife was almost here. She is here but she’s scared shitless, and she’s going to freak out if we put her on the phone with him,” Sean said.

  “What about Rachel?” Ethan demanded.

  “She’s doing okay,” Sean said quietly. “Scared, but she’s calm, and she’s protecting those kids fiercely.”

  Ethan’s pulse hammered up until it was pounding in his head. In a moment of selfishness, he didn’t want Rachel to stand in harm’s way for those kids, but he also knew it was exactly what she would do. He felt pride and insane fear at the same time.

  The chief of police, the sheriff, a lieutenant from the state troopers, and the S.W.A.T. commander converged on Sam, and the tone of conversation grew tense and heated. Ethan tried to focus on what was being said, what the plan of action was, but his gaze drifted beyond to the school building, and he imagined Rachel and all those kids inside, terrified, fearing death.

  How must Rachel feel to face death again so soon? After being granted their fondest wish. The blessing of not one but two precious babies. He knew how nervous and scared she was to miscarry, how much she didn’t want to get her hopes up.

  Even if she managed to escape this situation with her life, would the stress cause her to lose their babies?

  His gaze carried over the cordoned-off area to where the rest of the students had been bussed and even now were still being boarded to be driven away. There was a crowd of media and hysterical parents being held at bay by an entire line of police officers.

  It was chaos.

  Nothing like this had ever happened in their small town. Everyone believed it couldn’t happen here. They were untouchable. Still innocent of all the bad things that could happen in the world around them.

  Today, reality had come.

  It was a reality Ethan and his brothers and their teammates were well acquainted with. They dealt with situations like this all the time.

  Most missions weren’t personal, though, although Sam would argue that all were, just some more personal than others. But most involved people that hired them. Or people wanted by the government.

  This involved his wife. The woman he loved with every breath. Their two unborn children. New to Ethan, but already so very loved and cherished.

  He felt a bond to those tiny lives nestled in Rachel’s womb. He was a father. Sworn to protect his family.

  He turned to Sam.

  “Get us the schematics on the building. We can go in through the air ducts. If we’re quiet, he’ll never even know we�
�re there. He knows the police and S.W.A.T. and every law enforcement officer in a hundred-mile radius is here or is enroute. But he won’t expect us. We move in, take a closer look at what we’re dealing with, and then we go in and neutralize the target.”

  “You don’t make the decisions here!” the chief of police puffed.

  Ethan got up in the man’s face before Garrett could make a grab for him.

  “That’s my wife in there,” he snarled. “This is what we do. This is who we are. I’m not going to put her life in someone else’s hands. My brothers and I will go in. No one else.”

  “Do you have any idea what kind of publicity nightmare this would be?” the sheriff demanded. “I have every bit of respect for KGI, but the liability is huge here. You fuck this up, and we go on record as letting some off-the-books special ops group with no jurisdiction or authority go in instead of S.W.A.T. or the local police and get a child killed. I’m sorry, Ethan, but I can’t let you do this.”

  “Sir, he’s calling again,” Sean cut in. “We’re not going to be able to put him off for long. We have to act. Now.”

  Several rounds of curses splintered the air.

  Sean picked up the phone, and Ethan looked desperately at his brothers.

  “Your plan is a good one,” Sam said in a low voice. “We could access the ducts in the gym. It’s not far from Rachel’s class from the diagram they’ve drawn, but it’s not so close he’ll know anything’s up.”

  “Mr. Winstead, please, just calm down for just a minute. We’re doing everything we can to get your wife here just like you wanted. I’ve even personally called the judge who issued the restraining order.”

  Ethan listened as Sean’s voice grew more unsettled. He couldn’t hear what the other guy was saying, but judging by Sean’s increasing agitation, it couldn’t be good.

  The distant sound of a gunshot and then screams, from across the parking lot, over the phone and the assembled crowd echoed harshly through the air.

  Sean went pale, and then he started redialing.

  “He hung up,” Sean ground out. “I’m trying to get him or Rachel back now. Goddamn it!”

  Sam grasped the chief of police’s shirt, his fists balled into tight knots as he got into the other man’s face.

  “We’re going in. Arrest us later. I don’t give a fuck. But we’re going in to take this guy down.”

  Chapter 11

  Rachel cowered against her desk, clutching Jennifer to her side. Glass had shattered everywhere. The idiot had aimed at the window. Had his aim been off even a little, he could have easily shot one of the children. As it was, there was a good possibility he could have hit someone outside the school.

  “Mr. Winstead, please,” she pleaded. “Please listen to me. I understand how upset you are. I would hate the possibility of being separated from my child, but this isn’t going to help your case any. You have to listen to me before it’s too late.”

  “Stand up so I can see you,” he barked. “And leave my daughter down. You tell her to stay down.”

  “Stay down,” she whispered fiercely to Jennifer. “You have to do as he says. Don’t do or say anything to upset him. You stay down and out of the way so you don’t get hurt.”

  After Jennifer nodded, her eyes wild and huge against her face, Rachel slowly rose, her breath escaping in tight squeezes from her chest.

  She faced the gunman, praying she had the courage to withstand whatever was to come.

  “What do you know about what I’m feeling?” he demanded belligerently. “Do you have kids? Jennifer said you didn’t have none.”

  The cell phone began to ring again. It had already gone through two series of rings before kicking to voicemail. The ring tone was loud in the small room and sounded abrasive.

  He scowled and motioned toward it with his gun. “Turn the damn thing off. Don’t turn it back on until I tell you. Understand?”

  She hastily complied, holding it up so he could see the blank screen. He nodded for her to put it back on the desk, and then he pursed his lips.

  “Answer my question. You got kids?”

  “Not yet,” Rachel said softly. Praying she wasn’t making a huge mistake, she said, “But I’m pregnant. With twins. I only found out this week. My husband and I have been wanting a family for a very long time.”

  For a moment, the gunman’s expression softened, and then, as if reminding himself of his purpose, he raised his gun again and waved it menacingly.

  “You’re lying. Trying to get in my head!”

  Rachel shook her head but didn’t try to argue with him. His emotions were already all over the board.

  “You get on the phone, and you tell the cops that I’m going to start shooting kids if they don’t start taking me seriously. I’m tired of being jerked around.”

  Sobs rose. One of the girls started screaming, a high-pitched, shrill, hysterical scream that sounded raw and terrifying. It sent chills up Rachel’s spine, and the gunman swung in the child’s direction.

  “Shut up! Quit the screaming!”

  Jennifer burst from beside the desk and ran to the screaming girl. She faced her father defiantly, her eyes blazing in anger.

  “Stop it, Daddy! She’s my friend. She’s scared. I’m scared. Why are you doing this? I just want to go home. We all want to go home.”

  Jennifer’s father looked torn. Clear indecision tracked over his face, and the gun lowered a fraction. He stared back at Rachel as if he had no idea what to do. Rachel began to realize that he regretted his desperate act but saw no way out now. He was trapped in a nightmare of his own making.

  Thinking quickly, she stepped forward to focus his attention back on her and away from the girls.

  “Mr. Winstead, I have an idea,” she said quietly.

  He seized on it immediately. “What? Tell me.”

  “Let me call the police back and tell them that you’re going to let the children go.”

  His face darkened. “Are you crazy? And lose my bargaining power?”

  Rachel adamantly shook her head. “Hear me out. We’ll call it an act of good faith. It will show them you can be reasonable. I’ll tell them you’re letting the children go because you don’t want them harmed. You can keep me as your hostage. I’m pregnant with twins, Mr. Winstead. I’m your perfect hostage. They won’t want to screw this up. The media will be all over it. A pregnant woman as a hostage will be a news sensation.”

  He looked befuddled. “That won’t work. Will never work.”

  “You’ll still have a hostage,” Rachel gently pointed out. “But you’ll make them realize that you don’t intend to harm the children. Right now they’re likely thinking that the only way to rescue the hostages is to force their way in and kill you.”

  It was another huge gamble for her to make him feel threatened, but she knew he was afraid and nervous, and she hoped that knowing he could very well die would make him more willing to make that first move.

  “Jennifer stays,” the gunman said resolutely. “I won’t turn her over to her mother. Stupid bitch would take Jennifer and run. She wouldn’t care about you or anyone else. She only ever thinks of herself.”

  Rachel met Jennifer’s gaze, and to Rachel’s surprise, Jennifer nodded.

  “I’ll stay,” she said in a quiet, tense tone. Her voice trembled the slightestbit, but she notched her chin up and then fixed her stare on her father. “If you’ll let the rest go, I’ll stay here with Ms. Kelly and you.”

  Rachel watched him, holding her breath, every part of her body held in anticipation of this huge victory. The children stared anxiously, their expressions hopeful. The entire room went silent.

  The gunman thought a moment longer and finally turned back to Rachel.

  “Do it. Pick up the phone and call them. Tell them I’ll let the kids go, but if they don’t deliver what I expect, I’ll kill you.”

  Rachel’s hand shook as she reached for the cell phone. The wait for it to turn back on and find a signal was interminable. Fin
ally the indicator flashed on, and she punched Sean’s number from the list of recent calls.

  “Rachel?” Sean demanded as soon as the phone rang. “Tell me what’s going on. Are you all right?”

  “I’m okay,” Rachel said calmly. “Listen to me. This is very important. Mr. Winstead is going to let the children go.”

  “What? How the hell did you get him to agree to that? What’s going on, Rachel?”

  “He’s going to keep me as his hostage, and his daughter is remaining with him as well.”

  She was careful not to piss Jennifer’s father off by suggesting that Jennifer, too, was a hostage. Even if that’s exactly what she was. In his own twisted way, he cared a great deal for his daughter, and if that love was called into question, who knew how he’d react? At this point, Rachel was doing nothing to jeopardize the release of her students. She just wanted it done as quickly as possible.

  “Oh hell no, Rachel. You can’t stay there with him. Tell him you have to come out too.”

  “I’m his hostage, and he’s releasing all of the students,” she said, stressing the fact that all of the children were being released. “In return, for this act of good faith, he wants his demands met immediately upon the release of the kids. If his demands aren’t met, he’ll kill me.”

  Sean swore softly. “I don’t know how the hell you got him to do this, sweetheart, but we’ll take it. Tell him it’s a done deal. I’ll get some damn document from the judge and have him sign it. The wife is here, but we’ve kept a lid on her because it’s likely he’s going to kill her the minute he lays eyes on her.”

  Rachel agreed but she remained silent. She wanted to ask Sean what was being done, but she couldn’t.

  “Ethan’s here,” Sean said in barely a whisper. “Hang in there, honey. They’ll get you out.”

  Bolstered by the news that Ethan and his brothers were on the scene, she lowered the phone and looked at Mr. Winstead.

  “They’ve agreed to give you signed legal documents from the judge who issued the restraining order, and your wife is here now. Let the children go, and then they’ll talk to you again to make the arrangements.”