All Chapters of Siren in the Wind - book one of the MIT2 series: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Two large suitcases and a carry-on bag. Abby stared at the packed luggage sitting in the corner of her room. That was all she could carry into their new life. Going back to the place she’d started out in this world felt terrifying; the last time she had been in the States was at the brash age of seventeen. She’d loved her time in South Africa. It was time to move on and new adventures started with a first step…and Djibouti.Abby asked Lizzy to come over that evening. It was time to tell her friend the truth and to say their goodbyes. Lizzy wouldn’t like the revelation, it could be the death of their friendship. A grim byproduct of the circumstances, but Lizzy needed to be warned she was a link to Josephine Abigail Evans that Khalid may u

The rear door opened onto an alley. Johnny pulled Lizzy behind him as he cleared the area, leading her away from the café. The chatter of fire dropped off. The now infrequent pops meant that the threat was under control. She lagged behind.“Move, Lizzy, we’re getting out of here.” Johnny adjusted his earpiece. “Slater, do you read?” “Copy. Terminated eight tangos. No new unknowns located in the area. What’s your location and status?”“Both unharmed. Moving aro

When they reached their destination, five guerrillas pulled Abby out and held her separately, boxing her in with AK47s being waved about. Roman stroked a gun across her temple and Max had no choice but to comply. The container was backed into an open door of a large structure, enclosed in thick concrete walls and a solid concrete roof with no windows. Of all his fucking luck, any signal would be blocked by the solid structure. If it were just him, Max would have already made a move. With Abby in the mix, saying it was complicated was a gross understatement.Max made his play. “I know where her son is.”

Abby’s swollen bottom lip had Max on his feet.He pushed a water bottle into her hands. “Drink and eat the bread.”Two men followed behind. Muller the douche and Roman the prick.“Who hurt you?”“I’m okay. It’s you I’m worried about.”

Fifteen minutes after takeoff, Abby had to delay Khalid and his four guerrillas. There were too many of them to take on herself, especially with a limited knowledge of self-defense. If she guessed correctly, the flight was only eighty to a hundred minutes of flying time. You can do this, girl. Take what you know about aircrafts and formulate a plan. A history of extensive flight safety training might just give her an edge. Two of the four guards were buckled in their seats. One man in the lavatory while Roman stood near the cockpit. Khalid tapped away on his laptop, seated towards the front of the aircraft on the plush seats facing the cabin. The cold bastard behaved like an ordinary businessman on a work trip. The guard seated opposite Khalid was buck