Ranger knew Tank was speaking, could hear the low rumble of his baritone reverberating in the room, but his brain wouldn't filter the noise into anything comprehensible. The sight before him was one straight from a nightmare; one that plagued him frequently. On this night the dream had turned into a terrifying reality and he couldn't seem to process what was actually happening.
"And Junior's family is on the way to the hospital." Those words finally coalesced into understanding, bringing Ranger's head around.
Junior had been assigned as her guard. He'd missed his last check in and control had dispatched a backup. Ranger didn't know how he would explain to Junior's parents their son nearly had his head taken off by a lunatic hell bent on getting to Ranger through the people who worked for him.
And through the person he loved above all others.
Blood. There was too much fucking blood.
