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“Exactly. Here’s my question—how the hell did anyone know that I was the handler on the op? Someone like Jimenéz could’ve assumed you were the lead, but why would Onyx pull the trigger on the flight plan without checking in with me first?”
“You didn’t hear a word from him?” asked Striker.
“You don’t think that’s the first place I went? Not a fucking word.”
“I heard you were on board,” Monk heard a man who had just walked onto the plane say to Striker. “How the heck are you, Ellis?”
“You know Razor Sharp and Monk Perrin. Boys, this is Trap Flannery. We go way back to my first day at the agency.”
“We haven’t met although I’ve heard of both of you.”
Monk nodded in response but didn’t say anything. He looked beyond the two men, relieved when he saw Mantis and Dutch board the plane.
“Hello, boys,” said Mantis, shaking everyone’s hands.
“Heard some of ours are MIA,” Dutch said to Monk before turning to Striker. “Can’t believe you didn’t call me.”
“Heard you were retired.”
THE MINUTE the plane landed in Columbia, Striker’s, Razor’s, and Monk’s phones started blowing up.
“I’ll call Cope,” said Striker, putting the call on speaker.
“DEA agents found the plane,” the man told them.
“And?” Striker shouted.
Monk’s head shot up.
“I’m waiting for confirmation as to the specifics, but the word I received was there were three critically injured and one fatality,” Cope told him.
“Goddammit.” Striker swore. “Where are they?”
“As you know, the plane was found in Macuira National Park. Because of the situation in Venezuela, the survivors were airlifted to the university hospital in Magdalena. I’ve made arrangements for a private aircraft to take you to Simón Bolívar International Airport where a car will take you directly to the hospital.”
“Who’s the fatality, Cope?” Striker asked, making eye contact with Monk.
“I’m sorry, Striker. I don’t have confirmation on that yet.”
“Who knows about this?”
“Which part?”
Striker rolled his eyes. “The next leg of our trip.”
“Right now, you, me, the owner of the plane, Mantis, and Trap. He’ll make the rest of the arrangements as soon as you’ve deboarded.”
“Tell me, Cope, do the DEA agents think the crash was accidental?”
“Not sure yet, but there’s a crew headed to the wreckage to investigate.”
“Where’s the black box?”
“With the DEA until the investigators arrive.”
“How soon until we head out?”
“Like I said, Trap is making the arrangements.”
