Carla's mouth dried up.He did not want her to...?He spoke more, gesturing at his shoulder with his free hand."Dude, I do not know what I'm doing," she said.He replied as he had, in words she didn't know then followed it up by straightening his arm and pointing the gun at her.She flinched. What were the chances he'd bleed out before she could finish? And could she use this as an opportunity to injure him further thereby allowing her to get away?"Okay." She swallowed and took the tweezers. "This is a really bad idea."He didn't speak, just pointed the gun at her."Great. Just what I wanted to do today." She clicked the ends of the tweezers together and braced herself.Up close the wound was worse. Much worse. Bits of flesh and muscle were churned up. She was fairly certain that bit of yellowish white was bone. And this guy was standing there as though it didn't hurt in the slightest."Fucking hell this is gross," she muttered.Carla braced her hand against his
Tuesday. Beirut, Lebanon."CARLA? CARLA!"Vaughn stared straight ahead, but he didn't see the side of the building or the curb he'd nearly jumped trying to get off the road to listen to the call once he realized who it was.He pulled the phone away from his face.The call was gone."What the hell? What did she say?" Jamie twisted in his seat to face Vaughn."We need to trace that call. I need..." Vaughn's mind came to a screeching halt.They couldn't call the home office. They shouldn't even reach out to an American number for fear of leading the authorities straight to him."I'm getting someone." Jamie had his burner out and pressed to his ear."Vaughn? Hey, Vaughn." Brenden leaned forward between the seats. "What'd she say?""She's alive. Oh, God. She's alive." Vaughn braced his hands on the steering wheel and held tight to that one fact."Yeah, hey Luke." Jamie turned away from them. "We need support over here. You know our situation?"Vaughn picked his he
Tuesday. Unknown Location, Beirut, Lebanon.CARLA JOLTED AWAKE as a new wave of pain radiated up from her tailbone. Her eyes popped open, but all she saw were white stars.What the hell happened?A figure loomed over her.She blinked, trying to focus on his face, but her eyes just weren't working.He spoke a language she didn't understand, jarring lose the memories.Him."No," she wailed and scooted away from him.He snatched her wrist and jerked her toward him. She pitched sideways onto the concrete, inciting other injuries. Her captor clapped a handcuff around her right wrist. She stared at the new jewelry, following the chain that ran from the cuff to loop around a pole running up to the ceiling."No." She sat up and pulled on the chain. "No!"In her little cell of a room she could have figured out a way to break the glass or escape. But she didn't pick locks. She had no idea how to free herself from this new hell.Her captor spat more words at her then turn
Tuesday. Streets of Beirut, Lebanon.VAUGHN LAID ON the horn and swerved around the slower moving car, momentarily playing chicken with on-coming traffic."Jesus!" Jamie held onto the door."Try to not die," Ghost said through the cell phone."How close are you getting?" Vaughn asked."The phone's still on. I've triangulated it down to a city block. Not sure I'll get you closer than that."Red light. Red light!" Jamie braced his free hand on the dash.Vaughn stomped on the brakes, none too happy about getting caught in city traffic. He glanced up and down the road, in case Carla had somehow managed to leave a sign that she'd passed that way.A blue van passed through an intersection one street over. He caught a glimpse of a logo that tickled the back of his mind.Ghost began speaking again, so Vaughn put the van out of his mind. "Have you considered how you're getting out of the country?""No." Vaughn peered at the lights and eased off the gas as the other street
Tuesday. Warehouse, Beirut, Lebanon.CARLA WAS OUT of ideas and shoes. She'd managed to hit the glass pane overhead three times before her shoes bounced out of range. Now she was barefoot, her arm hurt, and she was generally uncomfortable.She turned toward the bed.Her captor was passed out, dead to the world. He'd stirred once and glared at her with one eye, but after that she hadn't heard a peep from him.He wasn't afraid she'd get lose.That didn't make her feel better about her window plan. But she couldn't just sit here. What options did she have?If she couldn't escape, then she had to be ready to do something else. But what?A beeping sound broke the relative quiet of the warehouse. She turned, searching for the source.Something-or someone-rattled the rolling gate.Carla glanced over her shoulder at the passed out man, then the door. She wanted it to be Vaughn on the other side of the door, but the reality was she didn't know who might be out there.She
Tuesday. Warehouse, Beirut, Lebanon.VAUGHN STARED AT the downed bodies of the men in suits. There were four of them and they were most certainly dead. When Vaughn had made the call to gas the building, they hadn't been certain this was their location, but when the gunshots began, there'd been no doubt."I don't see anyone," Jamie called out from around the corner."Fuck," Vaughn muttered.There were three of them against how many? Was it just the one guy? Or was he with backup now?Three people couldn't cover the whole building.Vaughn waved Jamie on. "Go around, Brenden and I will cover this side and the front."They were spread too thin.How the hell were they going to pull this off?Vaughn and Brenden jogged toward the other end of the building. They'd only seen one side exit, and it was impossible for them to get inside because there were no door handles. At this point they had to hope they smoked the guy out. Going in after him would take too long and allow t
Tuesday. Smuggler's Ship, Mediterranean Sea.CARLA LEANED AGAINST Vaughn's shoulder and watched the frothy water churned up by the boat's motor. The wind whipped across the boat, taking her hair and anything not tied down with it. The Beirut coast was a shrinking lump on the horizon.They hadn't yet said much of anything since leaving the SUV.She glanced over her shoulder at the guy manning the wheel, but a door and glass separated them. The blaring radio pretty much insured he couldn't hear anything they said.Brenden and Jamie were below deck with the man they'd called Ethan.Carla still didn't understand it all. But she wanted to.She lifted her head and prodded Vaughn's arm.He glanced down at her, brows lifted."Is it okay to talk?" She kept her voice as low as she could.Vaughn nodded."What happened?" She reached for his hand and laced their fingers together."When?""At the park?"Vaughn blew out a breath and rubbed his chin. "We saw him-Ethan-comi
Tuesday. Yialos Hotel, Meneou, Cypress."YOU HAVE REACHED your destination."Vaughn stared up at the white hotel in front of them. It was out of the way and with any luck they'd look like a group of tourists who'd partied a bit too much. He parked their rental in the small lot adjacent to the building and together they got out.The keys to two adjoining rooms had been waiting for them along with the car.Vaughn didn't know how the guys back home did this stuff, but he appreciated it. They were all on their last leg, too tired to think beyond making it to the next stop to figure out what that stop was.He got out of the van and stretched, his legs wobbling a bit. An hour after they'd disembarked from the smuggler's small ship Vaughn still felt the ground moving beneath him. It was the same thing every time he got on the water. His body just clicked with it and didn't want to let it go.Maybe the next chance he got he should take a vacation. Bring Mom and Santiago if he wa
Three Months Later. Aegis Group Offices, Seattle, Washington.MELODY PLACED HER SERVICE weapon in the case and clicked the lid shut. This was the real moment for her when she got to switch off from a job. Used to it was when they turned a newly rescued asset over to whoever had paid to have them rescued, be that family, coworkers or other loved ones. However, after Ibiza everything had changed.She smiled at the newly hired munitions clerk and slid the case over. Unlike the guys she didn't feel the need to keep her weapons at home."I'm done with this. Thanks," she said."There's the sharp shooter," Vaughn said coming into the small room, Nolan and Riley bringing up the rear.Melody flushed and inwardly preened. That had been a rather exceptional shot there at the end."It was just a shot." She rolled her eyes and leaned an elbow on the counter as the guys all requested their own secure cases. "What are you three doing?""Carla's birthday," Vaughn said as if that expla
Tuesday. Forgery Front, Chicago, Illinois.MELODY WANTED NOTHING MORE than to let Grant take over. He was good at that. It was kind of his thing. But she knew he wasn't on Ethan's side. No one was. They didn't understand him. Not that she did either, but after spending a few days around him she had some insight to the man, he'd become.But first...She took Grant's face in her hands and pulled him down for a quick, hard kiss."I missed you," she whispered."You're safe." He squeezed her.She nodded then let go of him and turned her attention on Ethan.The man had taken two central mass bullets. He needed a damn doctor.She grabbed Grant's hand. No matter what came next, she wanted him by her side. She marched across the small space to where Ethan leaned on the only still-standing desk. Nolan had his gun trained on Ethan while a man she didn't recognize spoke to him."Who are you?" She stepped between Ethan and the newcomer. "Why aren't you getting him a doctor?"
Tuesday. Forgery Front, Chicago, Illinois.MELODY STOOD FROZEN TO the spot, the visual of the crackling electricity up lighting the faces of Ethan and Liman burned into her mind. It was like something out of an action movie.Ethan hauled back and rammed the bathroom door with his shoulder. He roared his rage.Liman was trapped. There was no way out of that bathroom. Eventually Ethan would get in or Liman would have to come out. Either way, it was going to be an explosive conflict.This was her chance to get out of here. The back door was unlocked. She could slip out and be gone. Call the cops, Grant, anyone more capable to deal with this. And yet she remained rooted to the spot, unable and maybe a little unwilling to move.They'd already left Ethan once and look where that got him.Ethan planted his back against the wall and kicked. She heard the pop of hinges. Another kick and the door clattered to the floor. Her stomach clenched. Ethan shoved off the wall, only to be h
Tuesday. Aegis Group Headquarters, Chicago, Illinois.GRANT PUSHED UP OFF the cot. Some thoughtful person had brought four of them into the ops room at some point. He'd actually managed half an hour of sleep. It was better than he'd gotten trying to crash back in his room. Something about being near the constant buzz of activity helped ease his mind.He stretched, paying attention to the twinges of muscle protesting. The soreness was worse now post-crash.How was Melody feeling? Did she have any injuries?Watching the video, the ambulance had more or less driven off the road and tipped over. With any luck she wasn't badly injured.Grant gave Marco and Luke a wide berth. Both men had chewed his ass out for potentially risking Hannah and running into a situation by himself. Grant wasn't keen on rehashing that. Instead headed for the computer in the corner where Ghost had set himself up. Most people avoided him, which was fine for Grant. He didn't have to like the guy to use
Tuesday. Hotel, Chicago, Illinois.LIMAN LAID OUT EVERYTHING he'd spent the last thirty-six hours gathering. When he'd left their safe house he'd wanted to take supplies with him, but didn't dare beyond some cash. All he'd had was what he was wearing, some jewelry and a couple things he knew he could hawk at the pawn shop around the corner.It had taken some work hustling the goods he had, turning them into more profitable items, but he had a couple thousand in US dollars, three new to him guns and a small collection of ammunition, and if all went as planned, in another day he'd have a passport that would grant him an escape from this dammed country.He knew he couldn't go home. That bridge was burned. As soon as his government learned about the utter disaster, they'd want to bring him in for questioning. It wouldn't end in a simple debrief. There were no answers he could give his superiors that they'd accept. The only true end would be Liman's death.He had no intention of
Tuesday. Unknown.MELODY'S TOES HURT.That was her first coherent thought as her mind rose from the groggy sleep of the dead. She remained exactly where she was, as if even her subconscious was aware that there was a predator nearby.The handcuff secured to her left wrist bit into her skin and her fingers were numb, no doubt from the way she'd been laying.She strained to listen harder. There was no sound of traffic or horns. She couldn't even hear someone walking around, the whish of fabric or the soft sounds of someone breathing.If she didn't know better, she'd think she was alone.What did she smell?The air was musty and she recalled a vague memory from last night that included a sneezing fit."I know you're awake," a man said slowly.He was so close his voice seemed to rumble across her skin.Melody sucked in a breath and her eyes popped open.Ethan sat next to the bed, his clasped hands resting on the edge of the mattress. He was watching her."Jesus."
Monday. Aegis Group Headquarters, Chicago, Illinois.GRANT KEPT STARING AT the map, as if it would suddenly reveal where Melody was. He knew it wouldn't, but as the hours ticked by his hope was beginning to wane. Eventually they'd get a lead. They always did. But would it be too late for Melody?"I know who he is," Gavin announced.Grant straightened and stared at the younger man holding his tablet up like a beacon."And?" Marco prompted.Gavin referenced the tablet screen. "Liman Fahed. Intelligence officer for the General Directorate of General Security.""And that tells us, what?" Grant asked."A name is a start," Ghost said.Grant ground his teeth together and focused on the map.A name was just a name, especially when they didn't know how to find the man.He'd hoped that with Ghost's arrival, they might make some sort of forward movement on locating Melody, but they were still stuck in a holding pattern.They needed a lead."So I guess it's not useful to
Monday. Unknown, Chicago, Illinois.MELODY KNEW SHE WAS dozing. She hadn't actually fallen asleep, even if the odd, twilight state between sleep and wakefulness made her question that knowledge. Exhaustion had won out, more or less. But she couldn't relax enough to become totally unaware.A soft jangle of metal lured her consciousness back into the land of the living. It wasn't a suspicious noise. More like she'd moved and maybe disrupted the coil of chain. Or Ethan had finally decided to stop playing at being a statue.Thinking the man's name caused Melody to shiver. She opened her eyes, blinking into the relative darkness. The light filtering in around the door from the next room over provided enough light for her to make out shapes.Ethan was no longer sitting.He stood. Judging by the way his shoulders hunched, his back was to her, his attention on the handcuff securing him to the wall.The chain jangled again. He grunted.The hair on the back of her neck stood up.
Sunday. Aegis Group Headquarters, Chicago, Illinois.GRANT STARED AT HIS new phone. Zain had a bundle of them delivered via a courier about an hour ago. Since Aegis Group hadn't contacted Lepta Team's family beyond a few of the guy's girlfriends, it was imperative they have a means of communicating.The gut-punch had been opening up his photo gallery to see pictures of Melody. They'd gone to a nice dinner last week before leaving on the job. She'd looked beautiful in a goldish-pink dress that had shimmered. She'd rolled her eyes when he took a picture of her with the city lights behind her.Zain was nothing if not thorough. Of course their new phones would be updated with all their information and preferences, right down to the custom sound Grant had picked for Melody's texts.He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling.Following the outburst earlier Grant had opted to wait in the hall where he wouldn't be tempted to stick his nose in things and slow people down.