“Yeah, and he is happy to brag about that. Even if he’s not the one, he deserves to be the one. Either way, we’re doing the world a favor. Out with the pedos, out with the child killers, and out with the trash. That’s Mikey O’s fucking motto.”
That was a good point.
It shouldn’t just be a mob man’s opinion. It should beEVERYONE’Smotto.
Jagger continued updating them, as they were scanning the woods to see if this was a good time to move on him. They could only drive around for a little while before they raised suspicion.
“What we know is he’s a French National who never left here after getting his degree at MIT. So, he’s not dumb. He’ll be careful with cameras and protection.”
Zayn knew what that meant.
“We’re going to have to use tech to get past his tech, and hope that he’s not familiar with it. If his tech is better than CIA goods, we’re fucked seven ways to Sunday without lube, my friends.”
Yeah, unfortunately.
Darkness would have been a little better when it came to him, but you did what you had to do. Word on the street was that he was heading out of the US to handle some jobs in Lebanon.
They had to move at him first.
Elizabeth knew what that meant. If they wanted good tech, they’d use the best.
“MATE.”
She appeared in the seat behind them.
Predictably, that made Zayn sigh.
“Here, I thought we’d have a mission without her,” he stated. “Who invited the spook?”
MATE smiled at him.
“Your momma.”
At her answer, he just flipped her off.
“I think this is my fault. I wanted sass from the pretty one, not the computer one. Also, we need to stop teaching her shit,” Zayn said. “She’s annoying.”
MATE went to say something, but Elizabeth stopped her.
“Later, MATE. I need you to go offline with everyone else. If they ask for updates, you’re not to give them anything, and no tracking us. Ivan is about to start hovering. I can feel it in Zayn’s balls.”
He laughed.
“I mean, they are big enough to share. You want the left or right one?”
Maura pointed at him in the mirror like she would a dog who was about to take a shit on the carpet.
“NO.”
That made him laugh even more.
“We areNOTtalking about your balls. You keep them in your pants and shut the fuck up about it. I mean it, Zayn. I’ll taze you my goddamn self!”
The man grinned.
“We just talked about them.”
She pointed at him again.
