He shook his head.
“Quite the opposite. He’s going to assume you will do this by the law, and he knows he’s handicapping you that way. When you no longer have the law on your side, you’ll crumble.”
Well, she had news for him.
She was going to do this however it needed to be done, in order to save her family.
That was the bottom line.
Killing Jet and Vivian was the line he’d crossed into dangerous territory.
After the fact, she’d deal with the ramifications later. For now, she had to do this.
“So, you’re saying he won’t expect me to go off script?” she asked, making sure.
He nodded.
“His father was fascinated with your skill as an Agent, and how you‘always got your man’, so to speak. He would have trained Devon to throw everything, including the kitchen sink, at you. The premise was you’d never deviate. In my opinion, if you trust me, it’s that you going rogue will be what undoes him.”
Well, that hung there.
Why?
Because the one thing she feared was the one thing that would need to be done in order to win.
The question would be, would she do it?
“I see.”
As she looked around at the people she loved, her husbands, Tony, Chrissy, and her Marines, her mind was already made up.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
“I trust your assessment,” she stated. “For now, everyone keep digging. I need to figure out how to find that one thing that will get us this piece of shit. Once I can lock him down, I’ll take out the trash.”
When Jet was carried past them, and placed on a gurney, she watched as the Marines carried him to the wall of refrigerated storage space.
In that moment, seeing Vivian didn’t register. She had other things to handle.
A goodbye.
All around them, there was silence.
Not a soul spoke, and Tony, Jaxon, and Chrissy stopped doing what they’d been doing to be respectful.
Raphael, Demeter, Gryphen, and Gunny unzipped the bag, and revealed their friend.
You could see the pain and sadness on each of their faces as everyone in the room was silently watching.
Ivan opened the cooler drawer, sliding it all the way out. Then, the four men went to lift their friend.
Chris wrapped his arm around Elizabeth, as she stood there watching it happen.
It was a changing of the guard, so to speak.
Jet’s duty was done, and they’d pick up for him.
Together, they watched as Jet was placed on the tray, and they all went to attention.
