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Chapter 26

Brendan waits for us at the tarmac to say goodbye. Dozens of Ingram’s soldiers, all dressed in black uniforms with body armor, move crates of weapons onto the jet. Assault rifles, missiles, launchers, stun guns and flashbangs — everyone but me will be armed to the teeth. We’ve also loaded up six motorcycles with mounted guns and bulletproof shields — shock troops who can sweep through the island and eliminate any resistance.

“I really wish I could take a picture,” Brendan says, pointing at the jet. It’s been repainted from its normal white to a crimson red, with graffiti-like graphics stenciled across the fuselage. In particular, a sideways A with a circle around it — the insignia of Anarchy, Inc.

“They did a great job,” I say.

“Ever imagine you’d see something like this in person?” he asks.

I laugh.

“I was about to say the same thing. Wild, huh?”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I’ve done more reckless things in my life,” I say. “I have to see this through to the end. I have to be there when we win. And to make sure Anton doesn’t get away.”

Or Jamison.

As much as I love Ingram, I can’t stand by and let him treat Jamison too leniently. It’s a conundrum, I know: Ingram’s crimes are significant too. How can I justify his past but not show the same consideration for Jamison, considering how he helped us? I don’t have a great answer.

My best reasoning is that Ingram has put his entire livelihood into stopping Anton; Jamison, on the other hand, has fallen in line with Anton to protect himself. Ingram has freed me — if I wanted to, I could leave him. Colette is a slave, even if she happens to accept it.

Most importantly, Ingram’s not done facing the consequences of his actions.

“Then good luck,” says Brendan. “And be careful.”

“I will. And when I get back, we’re going to get to work. To tell the world what happened, I’ll need your help.”

“It’ll be an honor, Kate.”

I pull him into a hug; he pats my back.

“Hey,” he whispers. “Don’t let him lose sight of the mission.”

“I won’t.”

My brows furrow at the thought. I force it out of my head before anger rises from my gut. I shouldn’t be mad at Brendan for telling me what I already know. It pisses me off because it’s a real concern. This is Ingram’s show — he’ll be calling the shots.

What if he doesn’t do the right thing when the moment comes?

I’m going to be armed… I could take the situation into my own hands.

“Thank you again, for everything,” I say when I let Brendan go.

“Kate,” Ingram calls as he marches toward us. “It’s time.”

As he says it, the jet’s engines’ ignition sounds off with a high-pitched whine.

“Give them hell, you two,” says Brendan, stepping back off the landing strip.

Ingram nods, then leads me onto the plane. Within minutes, we’re in the air.

“We have a few hours until we get in range of the island,” he says. “Try to rest up or relax.”

“Sure,” I mumble, taking a seat in his private bedroom. On the other side of the wall, fifty soldiers chat and joke around, blowing off steam.

I’d want to join them, but Brendan’s warning echoes in my thoughts and I’m not in the mood.

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