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“What the hell?”
“You sure you didn’t give Monk the green light?” Razor asked, rubbing his chin.
“You were here, Razor. I specifically said I wanted to keep everyone on standby for now. Monk confirmed it.”
“Any chance he misunderstood?” asked Gunner.
Striker’s first inclination was to tear into him, but he held back.
“None whatsoever,” he answered, looking at Razor, who nodded.
“He’s right. I was here. No way Striker and Monk got their signals crossed.”
“Where is Monk?” asked Doc.
“No idea.”
“When’s the last time you saw him?” Mercer asked.
As tense as Striker felt, Razor had to be feeling it too, considering the other three original K19 senior partners were grilling him.
“As Striker said, we met here yesterday afternoon. We talked about the fact that Ghafor was in Colombia, as well as the sudden movement of the weaponry. Also as Striker said, he was specific about not sending the team into Colombia.”
“I talked to you too,” said Doc, looking at Striker. “You were clear on standing down.”
“We talked right after that,” Striker said to Razor. “You asked whether we should stop the arms’ shipments, and I said not to. I asked you to tell Monk to keep his eyes on the shipments and on Ghafor. You told me then that you would when you saw him.”
“That’s right,” said Razor.
“Where were you then?” asked Gunner.
“Right here in this fucking office,” Razor growled back at him.
Doc held up his hand. “I don’t think any one of us is questioning either Razor’s or Striker’s handling of this mission. I’d like us to be clear on that. What all of us are trying to get to the bottom of, is why Monk authorized a mission after Striker put the brakes on it.”
“We’re all making the assumption that he did,” said Striker.
“You’re right that we’re making an assumption. However, it’s based on the fact that he was assigned to be Tackle and Halo’s handler, combined with the other fact that no one has seen him since yesterday,” said Razor.
“What about your sister?” Striker asked him.
“I can check with her.”
Striker nodded and so did Doc.
“Where are Tackle and Halo now?” asked Gunner.
“Razor said, according to the flight plan, they left out of Miami two hours ago.” Mercer was pulling something up on one of the monitors. “That would put them somewhere between Jamaica and Barranquilla.”
Striker turned toward the door when he heard someone coming downstairs. He expected it to be Razor with an update on Monk from his sister. Instead, it was the man himself.
“Where in the hell have you been?” seethed Striker. He was about to tear into him some more, when he felt Doc’s hand on his arm.
Monk looked at each of the men in the room, pushed past them, and sat in the chair next to Mercer.
“What’s this,” he asked.
“Monk,” said Striker. “I asked you a question. Where have you been?”
