Page 266 of Allegiance

“Why won’t I be?” she asked.

Everyone braced for it.

He.

Was.

Dead.

“Because you need some downtime to work out the details of the plan in case we don’t find anything there.”

She laughed.

“You barely saved your ass on that one.”

Oh, he was aware.

Only, he’d do what he could.

It wasn’t like they were going to a busy airport. This was a privately owned strip that was likely going to have Chevy’s assholes all over it.

The further away she was, the better.

“I say all the men go out, and we leave the ladies here,” Rogue said.

Before he could say more, his wife had him on his back, and her foot precariously close to his junk.

Immediately, he rephrased that.

“I say we let Mamba go alone because she’s amazing and we might slow her down.”

She laughed.

Then, helped him up.

“Good save, Rogue.”

Jagger glanced over at his wife.

“Marines?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Zayn, Mamba, and Jagger will take the airport. Everyone else will get some downtime. When they get back, we’ll figure out if I have to implement this plan.”

Tommy was curious.

“How bad is the plan?”

Jagger laughed.

Oh, and that said it all.

Unfortunately.

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Thirty Minutes Later

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