Page 18 of Assassin

Zayn stared at him.

“How do we get that deal? We don’t get lots of guns. That doesn’t seem fair.”

He shrugged.

“She digs Russians. Maybe you’re annoying?”

Before they could go there, Maura shut them down. They had to get working and for the record, they were all annoying.

“We have Chinese mafia to hunt down since we don’t have a lot of time before Alexsandr lands tomorrow.”

Greyson was curious.

“And we’re tracking that flight?” he asked. “Because I don’t like surprises.”

Maura nodded.

“We have intel.”

At that cue, Merry raised her hand, and then focused on the big screen.

“MATE, show us the flight itinerary.”

It was a private jet, and it was still on the ground in Copenhagen.

The man had yet to leave.

“It is scheduled to take off tonight, and be here in the morning. We’ll be at the private airfield when it comes in, and handle it.”

Greyson was curious.

“And we know for sure that’s where he’s landing?” he asked, thinking this felt a little too easy for his liking.

Merry explained.

“All of the intel we pulled from laptops, and the shit from Artemis’ hidey-hole says he’s heading there on that jet. She had some intensive intel on him. The man put a little too much trust in her.”

Uh-huh.

That still didn’t make him want to put faith in it.

“We’re going to use that research,” Maura said. “He’ll land, and if he gets past us, he’ll be at the warehouse that she’d procured for him. We know that for a fact.”

Okay, well, that was better.

Not by much.

“And?” Dimitri asked.

“He’ll be expecting some mercenaries and guns—a shit ton of weapons. He’ll only find half.”

Greyson lifted a brow.

“Dare I ask which half?” he asked.

They all began laughing.

“Well, not the pew-pews,” Dakota said. “The Marines confiscated them, and all they left behind was a building full of rotting corpses. They took out all of her purchased mercenaries.”

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