The Price of Disrespect (Gray Spear Society Book 6) Read Online Free
Author: Alex Siegel
a pirate. Norbert was huddled against the far side of the cab, as far from his boss as he could get.
The sight of his new home cooled Aaron's rage a little. The hotel was twenty-two stories tall, but the top two stories were concealed with clever architectural tricks, creating the appearance of just twenty stories. The exterior surface was made entirely of copper tinted glass with seams so tight they were almost invisible. From a distance it appeared the dark glass was a single sheet that went from the ground almost to the top. It wasn't ordinary glass, either. The entire exterior of the building was bulletproof.
The secret twenty-second floor was the new headquarters of the Chicago cell. There were just three ways to get up there: a large service elevator that went down to the basement, an elevator from the first floor, and a ladder hidden inside a support column. Only Aaron, Smythe, and Nancy knew about the ladder. The Gray Spear Society had secrets within secrets.
The service elevator was the only way to move all the boxes up to the top. Aaron drove around to the back of the hotel and went down a ramp to a brown garage door. Norbert took a gray box from his pocket and pressed a button. The door rolled up automatically.
Aaron drove through a dimly lit underground area full of heavy machinery and pipes as big as two feet across. The labyrinthine layout of the basement was designed to baffle intruders and lead them away from sensitive areas. He stopped briefly at a steel wall. Norbert pressed a second button, and the wall folded like an accordion.
Aaron parked in front of an elevator with a door ten feet tall and fifteen feet wide. The secret parking lot held two dozen other vehicles, ranging in size from motorcycles to a short bus. The team used them for missions. Personal cars were usually kept in the outdoor garage attached to the hotel where the access was more convenient.
Aaron and Norbert got out. After being trapped in the van for hours, it felt good to stretch his legs. Aaron pressed a button that caused an electric winch to open the door of the elevator.
He and Norbert loaded boxes into the elevator until it was at capacity. Aaron closed the door. He looked up at a hidden camera in the ceiling and waved. Hopefully, Jack was watching from his security booth and would activate the elevator. Aaron held the two, three, five, and seven buttons for three seconds. The special code served as an additional security measure. The elevator began to rise.
Aaron imagined security scanners sending invisible beams of particles through his body. The elevator was equipped with sensors capable of determining the caliber of a bullet inside the chamber of a concealed gun. By the time he reached the top, Jack would have a complete inventory of the weapons Aaron was carrying. More importantly, the system would detect any bugs on his clothes.
The elevator door opened. He walked into a chamber with solid concrete walls painted white. Overhead panels produced enough white light to make him squint. The only furniture was a wicker couch with thin white cushions. There was no place to hide in here.
Jack sat behind a window made of bulletproof material six inches thick. Light gleamed from his bald head. His blue eyes were focused and intense as always. He wore a plaid shirt cut in a Western style.
"Hello, sir." Jack's voice came through overhead speakers.
"Come help us," Aaron said. "The elevator is full of boxes and there are more in the basement."
"Yes, sir."
Jack left his security booth. He came around to a heavy steel door on the side of the entry chamber and opened it from the other side. He wore blue jeans and cowboy boots. A .45 caliber revolver was in a holster slung low on his hip.
Aaron grabbed a box which was labeled "science." He went out into the hallway.
The walls of headquarters were painted gray, but the floor and ceiling were covered with metallic tiles. The tiles had a rainbow sheen and a granular texture. In
The sight of his new home cooled Aaron's rage a little. The hotel was twenty-two stories tall, but the top two stories were concealed with clever architectural tricks, creating the appearance of just twenty stories. The exterior surface was made entirely of copper tinted glass with seams so tight they were almost invisible. From a distance it appeared the dark glass was a single sheet that went from the ground almost to the top. It wasn't ordinary glass, either. The entire exterior of the building was bulletproof.
The secret twenty-second floor was the new headquarters of the Chicago cell. There were just three ways to get up there: a large service elevator that went down to the basement, an elevator from the first floor, and a ladder hidden inside a support column. Only Aaron, Smythe, and Nancy knew about the ladder. The Gray Spear Society had secrets within secrets.
The service elevator was the only way to move all the boxes up to the top. Aaron drove around to the back of the hotel and went down a ramp to a brown garage door. Norbert took a gray box from his pocket and pressed a button. The door rolled up automatically.
Aaron drove through a dimly lit underground area full of heavy machinery and pipes as big as two feet across. The labyrinthine layout of the basement was designed to baffle intruders and lead them away from sensitive areas. He stopped briefly at a steel wall. Norbert pressed a second button, and the wall folded like an accordion.
Aaron parked in front of an elevator with a door ten feet tall and fifteen feet wide. The secret parking lot held two dozen other vehicles, ranging in size from motorcycles to a short bus. The team used them for missions. Personal cars were usually kept in the outdoor garage attached to the hotel where the access was more convenient.
Aaron and Norbert got out. After being trapped in the van for hours, it felt good to stretch his legs. Aaron pressed a button that caused an electric winch to open the door of the elevator.
He and Norbert loaded boxes into the elevator until it was at capacity. Aaron closed the door. He looked up at a hidden camera in the ceiling and waved. Hopefully, Jack was watching from his security booth and would activate the elevator. Aaron held the two, three, five, and seven buttons for three seconds. The special code served as an additional security measure. The elevator began to rise.
Aaron imagined security scanners sending invisible beams of particles through his body. The elevator was equipped with sensors capable of determining the caliber of a bullet inside the chamber of a concealed gun. By the time he reached the top, Jack would have a complete inventory of the weapons Aaron was carrying. More importantly, the system would detect any bugs on his clothes.
The elevator door opened. He walked into a chamber with solid concrete walls painted white. Overhead panels produced enough white light to make him squint. The only furniture was a wicker couch with thin white cushions. There was no place to hide in here.
Jack sat behind a window made of bulletproof material six inches thick. Light gleamed from his bald head. His blue eyes were focused and intense as always. He wore a plaid shirt cut in a Western style.
"Hello, sir." Jack's voice came through overhead speakers.
"Come help us," Aaron said. "The elevator is full of boxes and there are more in the basement."
"Yes, sir."
Jack left his security booth. He came around to a heavy steel door on the side of the entry chamber and opened it from the other side. He wore blue jeans and cowboy boots. A .45 caliber revolver was in a holster slung low on his hip.
Aaron grabbed a box which was labeled "science." He went out into the hallway.
The walls of headquarters were painted gray, but the floor and ceiling were covered with metallic tiles. The tiles had a rainbow sheen and a granular texture. In
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