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All.

Somehow, Maura got them to focus.

“ANYWAY,” she said. “We’ll be in the water, and we’ll board to take out the other employees. “Then, we’ll get Shing to spill his guts.”

Basically, to be gator food.

“While we’re handling the other employees, Merry, Boone, Remmy, and Calyx will keep Captain Shing busy, or as he’s calling himself, Jack.”

They really didn’t have a choice. They had very little time until tomorrow morning to get everything dismantled before Alexsandr landed.

“We can handle it,” Remmy said.

Oh, there was no doubt.

Because she had things to do, Merry had to handle her own shit first.

“I’ll get back to work now,” Merry said. “So I can have that bank information handled.”

That worked for them.

“It’s going to be a long night, Team,” Maura said, letting them know in advance. “We might be up all night, or just taking a little nap. Depending on how this goes, it might give us more to take Alexsandr down.”

Or it wouldn’t.

Only, time would tell.

And the clock was still ticking.

* * * H U N T E R – C R O F T * * *

Warehouse

In The Boonies

Thursday

Later Afternoon

Well, this place was certainly in the middle of nowhere, and he appreciated that.

At least this place was secure.

The German had promised him that, and for the amount of money he paid her…

He should have it.

On his way there, he reached out to a few of the mercenaries he had on his payroll, and they agreed to meet him there.

They had weapons to get out to the masses. He was going to flood the streets with weapons to make the three people who killed his parents busy.

They were about to have their hands full.

As he got out of the vehicle, alone, he saw the mercenaries not far away. They were strapped with guns and looked like they were in the mood to raise some hell.

“Gentlemen,” he said, his Russian accent barely detectable. “Thank you for joining me. Where is everyone else?” he asked.

The one man laughed.

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