Page 187 of Allegiance

When his phone blinked the message on the screen, Rogue read the text as he got it, and he didn’t like it.

Still, immediately, he told the two guys what Jinx wanted done.

“Mamba wants you to bail. They are loading up the truck. We’ll be here at four and follow it. Maybe it’ll take us to Chevy. This isn’t Jinx talking. It’s Mamba. She doesn’t think it’s safe for you there. Go back out the same way you came. Can you do that?” he asked.

Gene didn’t like it, but he wasn’t arguing with a Snake. Mamba knew what she was doing.

“We can,” Gene said. “But we’ll go out the storage doors. They never change the code, and it’s safer. It’s one door instead of having to go back upstairs. That’s dangerous.”

That was a good plan.

“I opened all the doors,” Rogue said. “You can have an easy way out.”

That was great, but the door he was talking about wasn’t that kind of door.

“It’s a padlock with rotating numbers. I recall the code. I’ll get us out that way.”

He didn’t care.

If Jinx thought this could go bad, he wanted them out of there. The last thing he wanted was for his wife distracted.

“Go,” Rogue said. “I can’t monitor you. You’re on your own. Get back to the car. Be careful.”

Oh, they would.

“Jinx, they are moving out,” he said, in case she wasn’t paying attention.

“Mmmhmm.”

As Jinx laid there, she watched. She also texted Maura and called her phone, warning her not to say a word but to listen.

As the call connected, she hooked up her microphone so she would also hear.

“Hurry,” Tate said. “Aiden, you get Jesse here tomorrow to help you. I mean it. This truck needs to get taken out before five. Make it look like a robbery. Throw a bunch of guns and money in the back. We have to cover this, or Chevy will have our ass.”

She turned off her microphone and whispered into the phone.

“Got that?”

Oh, Maura did.

She was listening as Jagger was getting a play-by-play from Rogue. Their bases were covered.

“I did. We’ll have people on him. They might take us to Chevy. If they do, then we’re going to have a much easier time with this. Just get the information so we can give Elizbeth the location of the victims. Then, get the hell out of there.”

She could do that.

That had been her plan.

Marines thought alike.

Get in.

Get it done.

Get out.

“Good job, Mamba. Handle Tate when the coast is clear. Leave no witnesses,” she advised, and that told her all she needed to know.

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