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“Oh, thank you. This means so much to me. I had no idea it was bugged.”
“We’re both glad you and your mom are safe. We’ll be staying onboard to ensure you stay that way.”
“Can we speak with you privately?” Isabelle said to Aleksei.
Mila and Polina rose. “We’ll leave you to your discussions,” Polina said as they exited to the outside deck.
“What is it?”
Blitz’s eyes narrowing, he said, “Did you know that Olenska has missiles?”
Aleksei looked away. “Yes, I was privy to all the information my dad received. I know that he used AAL to acquire them to keep himself off the radar.”
“Do you know who the target is for these missiles?”
“Yes,” he said tersely.
“Care to enlighten us?”
“If it had been US targets, I would have told you immediately, Isabelle.”
“What are the targets?” she demanded.
“The Kremlin and the KGB. He’s going to destroy the government and its thugs. I didn’t want to stop him. Both needed to be eradicated. I can’t say I’m any fan of his, but I can’t argue against what he wants to do. The only drawback is he’ll be in power, and nothing will have changed.”
“I have to alert them, Aleksei. You know I do,” Isabelle said solemnly.
He nodded. “That’s why I didn’t tell you.”
After that, Isabelle left and the yacht put out to sea.
* * *
Just after midnight,Blitz woke up, the hair on the back of his neck bristling. He shook Bree awake and silently they got dressed.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Something,” he responded.
They headed up on deck and he tripped over a body. He looked down to find one of the CIA guys down. He pulled his sidearm and started walking around to the main deck when he found another body. He stiffened, carefully coming around the corner. Harley was there, standing in front of the Volkovs, her gun drawn.
“Z Militia are on board,” she mouthed.
Suddenly there was the sound of a chopper in the distance. They were being boarded and they were down three men. He held up his palm and walked to the swim platform. There were jet skis docked there. Three of them.
He ran back to the main cabin. “Get down below and get out of here on the speedboat. Bree and I will hold them off as best we can to give you a chance—”
“It’s too late,” Harley said. “I’ve already checked. They’ve disabled anything seaworthy. We’re trapped.”
“Then we fight and try to commandeer that chopper. Get on the radio and call for help.”
“I’ll go,” Bree said and headed for the stairs. But before she could make it to the bridge, she cried out.
Blitz ran around and saw her struggling with a man on the upper deck.
He was moving before the thought even hit him, hauling his ass up the stairs to get to Bree and the man who had her against the upper rail. Then there was a white-hot blast, the concussion threw him off the stairs, colliding with the railing and plunging into the ocean.
“Blitz!” Bree screamed, struggling. The explosion of light and pain drowned out everything and then there was nothing.
