nodded.
Reid climbed out the window and made his way back up the rope.
“Where’s Davies?” Aaron asked when he stepped into the room only seconds after Reid.
“They’ve threatened his family,” Reid told him. “We need to get to them first, but if we take his family before we grab Davies, he’ll be that much harder to grab.”
“Or they might just kill him,” said Aaron.
“Or that.” Reid grabbed the secure satellite phone. “This will have to be a coordinated effort.”
It was just after two in the morning, and very few souls were moving about the hotel. Reid and Aaron stood outside Melrone’s room, Reid with the satellite phone to his ear. On the other end was a tactical team ready to take Davies’s family into custody.
Aaron knocked on the door a few times until Melrone finally opened it, half asleep. He never knew what hit him.
“Operation Jay Bird is a go,” Reid said as he and Aaron walked into the room. “I repeat, Jay Bird is a go.”
“Copy that,” said the voice on the other end, and the line went dead.
Davies didn’t need to be told what to do. He jumped from the bed and walked out of the room flanked by Reid and Aaron.
“A team is securing your family as we speak,” Reid told Davies. “We need to get you to the extraction point. After a debriefing, you will be with them again.”
“Thank you,” he whispered.
The three of them took the elevator down to the ground floor where a single late check-in was happening at the same desk Reid had been sitting only twelve hours earlier.
Reid took a second glance at the desk and noticed three other men in close proximity. He’d be willing to bet money they were packing heat. The seated gentleman stood and turned in their direction, and Reid watched the impeccably dressed man do a double take of John Davies with confusion before looking to Reid. Anger began to swell in the man’s face, and everything instantly clicked for Reid. This was the man Davies was supposed to be meeting tomorrow.
Reid pushed Davies down behind a couch just as the man reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. A split second later his goons and Aaron were following suit, and the clerk at the desk was ducking for cover.
Reid fired off a shot before ducking behind the couch. A return shot sent a bullet right through the couch, narrowly missing him, and Reid knew it wasn’t going to provide much cover.
“Get Davies out of here,” shouted Aaron, “I’ll cover you.”
Reid stayed low as he pushed Davies towards the door while Aaron fired a quick succession of shots towards the four attackers. Reid and Davies stepped out onto the dark street that wasn’t nearly as unpopulated as the hotel lobby had been. He made a quick assessment and realized the straightest line to the extraction point was through the Constitution Square, but it also provided the least cover.
Aaron came rushing out. “Go, go, GO!”
Reid grabbed Davies’ arm and pulled him as fast as the man would let him.
“If you want to see your family again, we need to run!” yelled Reid.
The shots continued to ring out, and Reid felt a bullet graze his arm as they were about to turn the only corner before the square.
Aaron stopped and turned to fire a couple more rounds, giving the other two a chance to get a few steps ahead.
When they crossed the street to the square, Reid was vaguely aware of a sharp pain in his lower back, but he didn’t have time to think about it.
“Fuck this,” Aaron said when he caught up to Reid. “We’re never going to make it by foot.”
“Agreed,” said Reid as he turned to fire another shot, still keeping a tight grip on Davies.
On their side of the square, Reid saw a taxi unloading a fare and bee-lined it, knocking into the people waiting to get in. He shoved Davies into the back before turning to cover Aaron. The bystanders quickly got out of the way.
Aaron opened the front passenger side of the door and climbed in. “Drive!” he shouted to