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“Yes, sir,” we all say.

I know my role in this like the back of my hand considering I pitched half of it. I was offered leadership of one of the teams, but I’m the type that likes to really get my hands dirty during a field mission. I can get a bit lost in my head during these things and I’m self aware enough to know that’s not what a team needs.

I’ve been offered a lot here, which makes sense since it was my trust fund that founded this thing when I first went into the military twelve years ago, but that’s beside the point. I like my job as it is and there’re a lot of other people who can do the other jobs of this agency better than I can.

We rush out of the van, Brandon and I heading for a door on the East side of this particular warehouse. Brandon, the tank out of the two of us, kicks down the door and I rush in, my guard raised. I’m expecting more action, but the only thing I see in this part of the warehouse are pallets of stuff.

“Awe, come on,” I sigh. “Looks like this is the warehouse with the drugs.”

“Don’t look so disappointed,” Brandon says, his eyes continuously scanning the area around us.

“I was just thinking I’d get to knock some heads together, you know?” I say, pulling out my radio. “I’ll call it in though.”

I call in that I’m pretty sure this is the warehouse where they’re keeping all the drugs.

“Make a sweep through the building, see what you can find,” The captain responds. “Keep your guard up though, other teams have called in about guards.”

“Noted,” I answer.

The two of us make our way through the back halls, checking the various rooms. After making our way through an empty break room and a couple of empty supply closets, we hear voices from down one of the halls.

“What the fuck are we supposed to do?” I hear a voice hiss. “We can’t fucking run, the boss will have our fucking ass.”

“If you want to stay here and get fucking killed go right ahead, but I’m not dying for that bitch.”

A grin crosses my face. Finally. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to knock some heads around.

I signal to Brandon to cover me and I run down the hall, surprising the two guards. Their eyes go wide with surprise and I land a clean punch on one of the guys, sending him stumbling backward. I sweep the legs out from underneath the other one, sending him sprawling down to the floor.

Brandon comes in and starts handcuffing the one I knocked out and I start doing the same to the one who I managed to sweep to the floor. He’s still conscious though and he’s freaking out.

My nose twitches at his scent. It’s interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever smelled a beta this jacked up on alpha enhancers before, but it’s weird. No wonder it was so easy to take these guys down, they’re not actually alphas.

For most alphas and betas out there, there’s a pretty big natural strength difference. Even though this guy has been pumping himself full of whatever enhancers are on the market, these days, he didn’t stand a chance against someone with actual training, I guess.

“Damn, that was really easy,” I say, turning to Brandon. “I was hoping I’d have more fun with that.”

“Uh huh,” Brandon says, sighing. He’s used to the shit I say when I’m on the field though, so I don’t take it too personally.

I look down at the guard I’m currently pinning down to the floor and something clicks in my head.

“Hey,” I say, pulling him up to meet my eye. “Are you guys guarding anything here?”

There must be a reason that there’re not one, but two guards, here out of all places in the warehouse. Especially when there’s a whole bunch of unguarded products out on the main floor.

His eyes go wide and dart to the door behind me before he snaps his jaws shut.

“There is!” I say, excited. “You’ve gotta get a better poker face, man, I could read you like one of those cardboard books for three-year-olds.”

“You want to check it out?” Brandon asks, seeming to pick up on my excitement.

I slap him on the back as he comes over to take care of the guy below me. “This is why you’re my partner.”

I stand and head to the door. I seem to be a bit too excited to see whatever these guys are hiding cause I don’t realize the door is obviously locked.

That’s when the hairs on the back of my neck start to stand up. I’ve always had a good instinct for things and it’s yelling at me now.

“Hey, does he have a key to the door?” I ask Brandon.