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“We know that the senator is connected to a couple of men who have been watched by the Feds and a few other three letter agencies, for possible ties to terrorism and human trafficking. The general consensus is that the senator sold his wife off to one of his acquaintances, and that’s who actually killed her, they think she may have tried to escape. We’ll never know, unfortunately.”

“What happened with the op when you guys went into rescue this mistress?” Pratt asked Opie and Marcus.

Both men looked at each other for a bit before Marcus nodded to Opie. “Took out the bad guys, tried to find our target, but she wasn’t there. She was later left at the gates of the Army base in El Paso, Texas. From what we were told, she had been raped, beaten and was probably in the process of being sold, if not used in the barrio’s brothels. We think they changed their mind when we infiltrated. We have no idea how she got to El Paso or where she was. We only know she was not in the compound when we went in.” Opie sighed, leaning back in his seat.

“Brody, any way to find out any information about her?” Sgt. Brocard asked, leaning forward on her elbows so she could rest her chin on her hands.

“Already looking and from what information Opie and Marcus have already given, including the name that Opie provided me while you guys were talking, there’s a death certificate for her and an unborn fetus roughly about that time. Looks like the senator had her dealt with when he found out the cartel had raped her.”

“So, it’s pretty much concluded when the senator is done with a piece of ass, he has them taken out one way or the other. Guess he’s not getting his demon spawns just yet.” Diesel concluded, clapping her hands together.

“Okay, so, none of this explains how Mallory and the team are now targets.” York pointed out.

“Shite!” Marcus grumbled, leaning his head backwards, looking up at the ceiling.

“What?” Carter asked, watching Marcus closely.

“There was a woman that was hysterical when we went into the compound. Mallory removed her goggles and her mask and told the woman her name. She was the one who kept the woman calm and controlled while we searched for our target. What if she was the one who told the Sinaloa Cartel or the senator? With him being on the committee for the military, he would have been able to dig into that information.”

“Not without having a reason, he wouldn’t be able to.” Brody answered, staring at Marcus as some theories came into mind.

“Fuck a duck!” Diesel groaned out, smacking herself in her forehead. “What if he didn’t need to, but he’s buddies with someone who would have access to that information?”

“Only people who would have access would be our command and the Pentagon…” Opie trailed off as realization hit him.

“He is buddies with Marine Corp Commandant Hector Jackson. They have a standing golf appointment every other week.” Jordyn answered for Diesel, smacking the table.

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Mallory groaned as she rolled over in the bed. Thankfully the voices never came into the room, which gave her time to rest and figure out a plan on what she should do. She felt it was somewhat hard to do since none of the men came into the room to speak with her so she didn’t know truly what the game plan was, so any escape plan she devised right now would be pointless.

Mallory had no idea where she was, still. The voices she heard in the other room never gave the location they were at away in any of their conversations that she’s overheard just yet. Mallory knew she and her team had been in tighter situations than this, but at least then they had a map and knew which general direction they needed to go since they knew exactly where they were.

She jumped when the door to her room opened. When she looked up at the door, a man of Middle Eastern descent walked into the room. Mallory assessed the man to be approximately five feet eleven, slender build and arrogant. She could tell he was vain with the way his black hair was taken care of, definitely no skimping on the hair products. His hands looked soft, so she knew he used lotion and probably got manicures done regularly. He was someone with money and liked the finer things in life. She could tell his outfit even cost more money than she would pay for.

“Ah, you are awake. Please, Ms. Hart, come join me in the main room for a nice meal.” The man said in a heavy accent.

Mallory yanked on the chain that had her cuffed to the bed to remind the man that she couldn’t go very far.

“Ah, I’m sorry I forgot. Give me a moment.”

Mallory watched the man closely as he removed a key from the front pocket of his jeans before bending over to unlock the cuff off Mallory’s wrist. Mallory watched the man closely as he stood up and clapped his hand after he put the key back in his front pocket.

Standing up, Mallory shakily followed the man out of the room she had been held hostage in and walked towards the table he gestured to. Mallory noticed it was a small room that included a small kitchen, a small living room connection with a table off to the side. Against the far wall, under the windows was a green ratty couch that had obviously seen better days. In front of the couch was a rickety coffee table.

Mallory saw a small tv, an old one, not one of those flat screens, but one that needed the rabbit ears to even get anything on it. The walls had no pictures or anything hanging on the walls to give clues on where she was. The walls were bare.

The kitchen was a minimal type of kitchen. It had a small sized fridge, a stove, a sink and a few cabinets with minimal counter space. There was no microwave in this joint. So much for asking for popcorn to have for this shit show.

“Okay, I’m here, now what?” Mallory asked, glaring at the man. “Who are you and why was I kidnapped?”

“Ah, a woman with spirit.” The man laughed, clapping as he leaned back into his chair, crossing his leg, his ankle touching his knee as he regarded Mallory with a smile.

“Let me guess, you think you’re the man that’s gonna break that spirit? Dude, keep dreaming because bigger idiots than you have tried. Guess what, they failed. Three wound up dead and one is in jail for the rest of his natural life.” Mallory smirked, staring the man down.

Mallory stared the man down, never breaking eye contact. She learned in boot camp to never back down when someone stared you in the eyes. She wasn’t backing down here. She survived Greenly, she survived Marine Basic Training, and she survived special forces training. She refused to cower to anyone or anything.

“Oh, my dear, I am the man who can break that spirit. But, alas, I’m not going to be the one who does it, unless you don’t cooperate. You see, the Sinaloa Cartel keeps me on their payroll because I have a unique set of skills.”

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