“You’d better be or I’ll have Franklin haunt you for all time,” she grinned, kissing him again.
The group watched as the Osprey took off, nearly silent in the quiet of the cold winter sky. As she started her move southwest, she suddenly disappeared.
“What. The. Fuck,” muttered Bo. Joey just laughed, slapping his teammates back.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to shit like that eventually.”
“Brother, why don’t we have that shit?” asked Red.
“It’s a long story but the short of it is Uncle Sam wants to own the technology. We own it, which means we decide how it’s used. They don’t like our rules, we don’t really care about their money.”
“Fucking assholes. Do you know how many lives could be saved with this technology? What am I saying? Of course, you guys know better than anyone,” said Bullett.
“Come on, let’s get inside and talk about our next move.”
Back inside the hut with the others, they were able to watch their own radar on their phones to see the progress of the women headed home.
“The last intel from the bureau was that he was somewhere along the Washington coastline. It makes sense. He could easily fly out of there and into Russian airspace quickly,” said River.
“We have some intel of our own,” frowned Gator. “I’m not sure you even know, Wes, but you killed Vasily’s only son.”
“Fuck me.” He mumbled, turning in circles, running his hands through his hair. “The kid in Prague?”
“Yep. He was coming out of a house we were sent to, known for trafficking women and drugs. Local authorities actually called out to him to raise his hands but of course he didn’t listen. You didn’t have a choice.”
“Maybe not, except now my granddaughter is being chased down by him. If he figures out who I am, he’ll be even angrier.”
“There would be no way for him to know,” said Rush. “We don’t wear uniforms, we don’t advertise who we are, there’s nothing to tie you to him unless he had a camera shot of your face.”
“Then tell me why he’s trying to find you,”said AJ. “He must have called in a favor from someone in the government. He’s sent a message to the secure e-mail line that he wants Marissa, or the man that killed his son. If he doesn’t get one or the other, or both, there will be war. His words, not mine.”
“Fuck me,” muttered Wes.
“Does he think he’ll wage war on the U.S.?” asked Bo. “He doesn’t have the manpower for that. It’s why he wanted what those students had thought up.”
“That’s a fair point,” nodded Gator, “but it won’t stop him from trying. Believe me, the man is psychotic.”
“Then we find him,” said Moose. “We find where he is, get to him before he gets to us, and end this entire nightmare.”
“Let’s give him a call and see if we can pinpoint the location,” said Dan. Wes nodded at him and dialed the number he’d left in the message.
“Mr. Jordan, I assume?”
“You’ve got me,” said Wes.
“Not yet but I will. You killed my only son.”
“He shouldn’t have been dealing in drugs and women. I don’t like that and I have this nasty habit of sticking my nose into businesses like that.”
“I know you’re trying to track me,” said Vasily, his smile evident through the phone. “I have wonderful technology at my fingertips as well.”
“I’m sure you do,” said Wes.
Rush and Dan gave him a thumbs up that their tracking systems were functioning on the call. The firewalls and other blocks in place were working, while behind the scenes the team was tracking the exact location of the man.
“I deserve to have a life for a life.”
“No, you don’t. See, the difference is we’ve done nothing wrong. Your son wanted to deal in things he shouldn’t have touched. So, sorry to disappoint you but you won’t be getting anyone in return.
