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He glanced around before tapping the icon.
“Yes?”
“Good to hear from you, Daar,” Maxwell said in his typical, clipped fashion. Daar had struggled to understand the man in the beginning, a distinction Maxwell had used to try to paint Daar as unintelligent and uncouth.
“I don’t know about that.” He casually turned, keeping an eye on the crowd around him. “What do you want?”
Maxwell sighed as if Daar were being rude. Truth was he didn’t like to waste his time with pointless niceties.
“To the point as always,” Maxwell said. “It’s a shame this business has us on opposing sides.”
“Hm.” The less Daar said the better. Maxwell had always clashed with the chancellor.
“I’m trying to offer an olive branch, man. You’re in a terrible spot and you don’t realize it. Normally I wouldn’t say anything, but times are what they are. I fear you have drawn the ire of our mutual friend, old chap. I have it on good authority that someone is bound for New York City to retrieve some property you might be interested in.”
“What exactly is it?”
“I don’t rightly know. I was only made aware that the chancellor seeks leverage to secure your support.”
“I see. Interesting gossip.”
Maxwell began to say something else, but Daar ended the call.
What could possibly be in New York City?
On principal Daar avoided the place at all costs.
He would need to speak with Peter and Amaar, see if this fit into what they were working on. Maybe they knew something Daar didn’t?
He was preoccupied with those thoughts as he stepped out of the airport and glanced about searching for Cassim and the others. He spotted Harper heading for him and lifted his hand to wave at the young man. He must have managed to get everyone loaded.
Something jabbed against Daar’s side and then his whole body went tense. His eyes widened, and it was difficult to breathe. Electric waves seized his body to the point he couldn’t move. His muscles burned, and he tasted blood.
“I’ve got him,” a man muttered right before everything went dark.
Tuesday. Miami International Airport, Miami, FL.
Harper never saw the form of the big man until it was too late. The man stepped between Daar and Harper, grabbing the smaller man and yanking him closer.
“Daar!” Harper sprinted forward.
For a few strides, he completely forgot the plan, not that he had any idea what Logan and Baruti were up to, only that they would act. Then again, Daar was a man with enemies and Harper didn’t know who that was.
Harper shoved a man out of his way. “Move!”
From what he could see, Daar’s legs weren’t supporting him. His feet dangled and one arm hung lifelessly over the other man’s arm.
The familiar adrenaline of combat coursed through Harper’s veins. He vaulted over a trash bin to avoid onlookers not doing a damn thing. His momentum carried him over the bin, another stride and he was close enough to recognize the hoodie covering the attacker’s upper body.
It was Logan.
No wonder Harper hadn’t seen him. The guy moved like a ghost.
That didn’t stop Harper from charging headlong into his Team Leader.
Logan staggered sideways just as a second, large man jogged up. His face was covered by a bandana, but Harper would recognize Baruti’s build anywhere. The guy had the body of an NFL linebacker.
Daar dropped to the ground on his hands and knees, wheezing.
