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An entire plan unfolded in his mind, bigger than just wiping out one cell.
He jumped off the bed and sliced his fingers through his hair. “I think I got it.”
She stood too. “What?”
“You’re on to something.”
She blinked. “How?”
“I was all worked up because you wouldn’t tell Bob what was going on, you just hoped that he gave up. Or that I gave up.”
“I knew deep down you’d never give up, AJ.”
He leveled his gaze at her. “We can use this to our advantage.”
Shaking her head, she spread her hands. “I don’t understand.”
“With civilized people, someone always backs off. Walks away. Eventually Mr. Yacht Club would have given up.”
Her eyes were round as she waited for more.
“With less civilized people…someone gets taken out.” Excitement blazed through him. “This could work!”
“Should I be worried?”
“The terrorists. I’m talking about them, Indika.”
She bobbed her head, eyes even wider with understanding. “I like where this is going. So we make Amaya and Raheem take each other down.”
He gripped her by the shoulders and crushed his lips down on hers. When they broke apart, she looked dazed and his brain was firing in a hundred directions.
“This is it, cupcake. And we don’t need a sanctioned oporBlackout to make this happen.”
FIFTEEN
Looking around her apartment, Indika hardly took notice of how boring her space was because every flat surface was taken up by equipment.
A laptop with video editing software was set up on the kitchen table. The coffee table held half an electronics store’s worth of cables and graphics cards. A monitor and some kind of equipment used to mix voice and sound took up her desk.
She hovered over AJ’s shoulder, watching him at work. She’d never seen this side of her lover before. The man she knew used his muscles and skill. This man had so much more to offer any team he chose.
“That’s it, Apollo. You’re making tech your bitch,” came a disembodied voice through a speaker he’d set up on the table.
AJ’s lips quirked at the comment that came from the member of The Guard that Oz hooked him up with. The tech guru provided a list of equipment to make this video happen, but in the end, AJ’s skills shined.
The video he’d spent hours enhancing was on the big monitor. Indika didn’t know how he could spend so much time staring at the terrorist’s face on the screen. His cold expression and wild eyes were a combination she couldn’t look at for long. Each time she glanced at the monitor to see a change AJ made to the video, a shudder rolled through her and her stomach knotted with dread.
Theycouldn’tlet this man rise to power. She’d seen Abubakar face-to-face right before Blackout took him down, and she hadn’t felt this sort of heart-palpitating panic even then.
“What do you think of that change?” AJ looked up at her.
“Show me one more time,” she said.
He replayed the video. The changes in the man’s expression were subtle, but enough to convey what they were going for. They needed the brag video about the bombing of the outdoor market to look like a direct challenge to Amaya. That involved the tweaking of Raheem’s facial expressions. Even exaggerating the movement of his hand to make it sharper, more urgent.
What they were creating was propaganda to rile up his competitor.
Indika wrapped her arms around herself and fought the quake in her stomach. “This dude makes Abubakar look like he only kicked puppies and tripped grandmas.”
