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The SUV driver and the passenger searched the limo. They then looked toward the plane and words were exchanged again. By this time, Sofy was looking angry and put out. She nodded curtly and several guys got out of the second SUV and converged on the plane. They all disappeared inside.
After several moments passed, they all came back out. The guy walked up to Sofy and questioned her some more. She glared at the man and shook her head over and over. The man looked frustrated and annoyed. He and the others stalked back to their vehicles and sped out of the lot.
As soon as they were out of sight, Eva opened the door and said, “Hurry.” She jogged through the hangar with them on her heels. Once she reached the stairs to the plane, she ushered them on, then pulled up the stairs. As they came into the main passenger area, Eva slapped her hand against the door. “Go!” she ordered.
The engines revved and the plane started to move while Blitz and Bree were settling into their seats.
Bree looked out the window as the plane took off, lifting into the sky. They were on their way out of Moscow. Bree leaned over and squeezed Sofy’s hand. “I’m sorry about all this, about putting you in this position.”
“Cretins. All of them,” she said with disdain. “They couldn’t find their asses in the dark with both hands.”
She accepted the mimosa that Eva handed her, offering one to both Blitz and Bree. Bree and Blitz chuckled softly. Her Russian accent only added to the amusing words. All of a sudden, Bree didn’t feel the need to cope with alcohol. She looked over at Blitz. He declined as well.
“We will be touching down at a private landing strip. You will be able to contact your people so that they can get you out of Greece. My tycoon friend can put you up for as many nights as you need on his modest estate. He’s very discreet.” She blushed slightly.
Bree gave her a knowing look and Sofy waved her off, then smiled softly.
Just under four hours and they were back on the ground being shown into nothing short of an impressive, tiered estate tucked near the ocean, the water a glorious turquoise blue that took her breath away. Sofy’s tycoon was a devastatingly handsome Greek who went by Christos, dark hair, cobalt blue eyes, and the charm to match.
He hugged Sofy and ushered them inside, telling them to make themselves at home. Blitz wasted no time in using Christos’s phone to put a call into the embassy, but there was no answer, just a recording that the embassy was closed.
He then called Joker’s cell phone. He answered immediately.
The conversation was brief as they learned what had happened and that effectively the US no longer had a presence in Niamey. Joker promised to send a car for them to take them to the safe house. He also explained what had happened with Aleksei.
Saying goodbye to Sofy was so hard, but Bree promised she would get together with her next month, agreeing to come back here, to Greece and spend time on Christos’s gorgeous estate.
They arrived at the safe house, a building with a series of apartments that could accommodate Isabelle, Kat, their CO Hollywood, and the team. There were boisterous hellos and a lot of ribbing and back-slapping for Blitz and hard hugs for her. Bree warmed at the affection and relief to have them back.
One of the apartments had been reserved for a ready room and they all filed in. Isabelle said, “Aleksei has been reunited with his family and they are currently docked at the port.” She looked at Bree and Blitz. “I know you just got back, but I need you to join Harley and the CIA guards for added security. He’s going to put out to sea while we try to track down the Olenskas.”
“We have information that might help,” Blitz said. “Along with some alarming news.”
“Go on,” Isabelle said.
“He’s on a cargo ship that he’s turned into a floating compound where he lives and works. It’s called theImperiya.”
“Fitting,” Isabelle said wryly. “That means Empire in Russian.”
“He does have visions of grandeur and two missiles,” Bree said.
“What?” Isabelle said, alarm on her face. “Who is the target?”
Bree shrugged. “We don’t know.”
Blitz said, “But we think Aleksei might.”
“There’s only one way to find out,” Isabelle said, her eyes narrowing. “We’ll go ask him.”
Isabelle, Joker, Blitz, and Bree piled into a car, along with all their gear for this bodyguard duty, and headed to the docks.
Bree eyed the yacht, one of those beautiful luxury playthings for the rich and famous. With four levels of deck, six staterooms, large windows, tender garages for a speed boat and other watercraft, it was a floating home away from home.
They boarded after checking in with the CIA guy at the gangway. They found Aleksei, his sister and mom in the main sitting area. He rose and smiled broadly.
“It is good to see you. Thank you very much for getting my family out.”
Bree nodded and walked over to Mila. She pulled the locket out of her pocket and handed it to the woman. Her face lit up and she rose and hugged Bree.
