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After the goodnews about Zorro, Shotgun, and D-Day, Blitz turned to Bear. He pulled out a T-shirt and let the dog sniff it. “Let him loose. See if he has any luck.”
Bear said, “Seek,” in German and Flint took off. They ran after him. Finally, the dog stopped and sat down. Blitz looked around the corner and saw two guards and an open door. They were shouting. He nodded to Bear, and they took them out. He approached the door, and they ducked inside.
A figure was against the wall, and in her hands was a gun pointed at them. Dead at her feet, his eyes open and staring was Olenska, a cord wrapped around his throat.
“Bree,” Bear bellowed, holding up his hand. “It’s us. Stop!”
She made a soft gasp of horror. “Oh, my God. I didn’t know it was you.” She dropped to her knees.
He touched her face, pushed aside her hair, and with his thumb, swiped at bits of blood. Her skin was cold, her pulse rapid. “Babe,” he said hoarsely.
“You came for me. I knew you’d come for me.” She leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. He groaned and pulled back, pressing his forehead to hers. “Bree, I—”
“We don’t have time, Blitz. Man, we gotta go. The MiGs.” He then said, “LT, we have Bree. She’s safe and unharmed.” He glanced over at her and continued, “For the most part.”
Joker’s voice came over the comms. “The Chinook is almost here. Haul your asses up here, now. You have ten minutes, maybe less.”
Blitz picked her up and they started running full out, making faster time than when they came in. They couldn’t worry about the trapped crew and Z Militia. They had sealed their own fate when they’d signed on with Olenska.
They rushed through the hatch, the big chopper, its twin rotors still running, sitting on the big helipad at the stern of the ship, the British flag displayed on the side. Ah, a little help from their friends.
Quickening their pace, Blitz could hear the sonic boom of one of the jets. They reached the waiting chopper, his legs pumping, and jumped inside, Bear and Flint right behind him. The doors were closed by the crew waiting for them to get inside.
“Go, go, go,” Joker said, and the big bird took off, hauling ass away from theImperiya. The scream of jets filled the air, and Blitz watched as a missile hit theImperiya, an explosion ripping through the ship, tearing at its belly. Then two secondary explosions sent a second, small concussive wave as the missiles inside the hold blew.
Orange fire blazed into the night sky, white smoke turning black and sooty before the second MiG dropped its payload, decimating whatever was left of the cargo ship, thick metal peeled back and tattered.
Bree looked out the window realizing it was over. She’d completed her mission. The people who were responsible for the Ogden murders, although not exactly brought to justice, had received a fitting end. Perishing in their pride and arrogance on a ship they called Empire.
Blitz turned and met her gaze. Her body still racked with shivers, she reveled in his heat. Midnight slipped a blanket over her shoulders and she eyed Zorro who was hooked up to an IV, his face sooty, his eyes closed. He looked worse for wear, and she bit her lip.
Midnight gave her a thumbs up and nodded with a smile.
She breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to be okay. They had all gotten through this.
Isabelle and Kat would be so pleased, so would Gavin and the State Department. They hadn’t only completed their mission, but they had thwarted a serious threat to world security. The Kremlin and KGB were still standing, and for better or worse, they were the rational enemy they understood.
She fingered the rope she’d snatched from the floor. It was a reminder that she could overcome anything and she didn’t need a job—this job—to make her important.
Blitz’s warm fingers snagged her chin, turning her face to his. “Third time’s a charm,” she said so he could hear her above the engines. Noisy as hell modes of transportation.
His beautiful mouth curved up in a smile. “As in three times I saved your life.”
She nodded.
“I’d like to stop at three if you don’t mind,” he whispered before he covered her mouth with his.
Oh, she would have missed this, she thought, drinking him in, hungry for the feel of his skin on hers. She met his gaze. “That was crazy.” Tears burned her eyes. Her lip quivered.
“Don’t start that. You wouldn’t want me to break down in front of the guys.”
“Right. SEALs don’t do mushy,” she stammered, chills wracking her.
He scoffed. “Nope, not big, bad frogmen.” He pulled another thermal blanket over her. His hands were shaking a little.
“I thought I had lost you back there on the yacht.” She gripped his hand. “That went rather wrong.”
“Once again, big, bad frogman.”
