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They didn’t expect him until tomorrow, so he’d have the jump on them.

“Ladies, I have a little mission for you. I’ll have you handle it while I go and see what the German has prepared for us. Then, we begin our systematic destruction of this pathetic, weak, capitalistic nightmare called The United States.”

They laughed, and headed out.

Oh, he was going to get his revenge now that he was in America.

It was a long time coming.

FINALLY.

* * * H U N T E R – C R O F T * * *

The French Quarter

Barber Shop

Same Time

Well, it was now or never.

As the man guarding the doors went down, Remmy was up, and had his ‘barber’ in a chokehold. When he snapped his neck, the white man hit the ground.

With a thud.

Jagger was through the door, and he took out one of the other workers, shooting him fast through the head. He hit the floor next.

Rogue popped the next two, taking them down, as Dakota closed the door and turned off the lights as soon as the location was secured.

Pulling out his phone, he typed up something, and showed it to them.

If they talked, the dead man’s com might pick it up. They had to do this silently.

They didn’t have a pack of Marines. They had a CIA guy, who was pulling on a vest, an ex-Marshall, and a rich playboy thief.

While they were his family, what wouldn’t he give for four Marines?

Holding up his phone, he let them read it.

‘Rogue, get us through that door, and when we get up there, keep the killing to a minimum—only if you have no choice. We have to question them. Someone has to be able to tell us where to find Shing, and give us something on Alexsandr.’

They all nodded, knowing what he wanted. Over their com, they heard Maura.

“BE CAREFUL!” she warned.

Jagger said nothing back, so as not to alert anyone upstairs.

MATE was in their ears, talking over the com.

“ShotSpotter software was activated. You will have cops on that street in less than twenty. I suggest that you move quickly.”

Yeah, that was the plan.

Jagger pulled out his phone to text the man on the roof. He had to worry about him too. They couldn’t let him get pinned up there with the cops wandering.

Zayn got a little too…

Shooty.

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