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“If you check your e-mail, you’ll find that your proposal was rejected. We won’t be doing business with you or anyone in the Pentagon,” said Leif. The Colonel’s mouth twisted in a sneer, staring at the men. He didn’t need to check his e-mail. He knew it would be true.

“That’s really a shame,” said the Colonel, taking a seat in his big leather recliner. “We could have been a beautiful partnership, and of course, you know how sought-after your weapons are.”

“We’re well aware,” said Garr, “but we prefer they be used for good, not evil.”

“Not evil?” laughed BB. “You’re delusional. All of you. So determined to help your fellow man and stop the world from imploding. Delusional. This world is tilting as we speak. Tilting further and further toward evil. We hate just to hate because it’s fun and makes us feel superior to whomever we’re hating.

“All over the world, we choose to point at groups of people who don’t meet our idea of perfection or right, just people, and we say, ‘we don’t want you here any longer.’ And with a snap of our fingers, we get rid of them. It’s that easy. You not allowing me access to your weapons won’t change anything.”

“And your bullshit holiday trip overseas?” asked Sebastian.

“What can I say? I like spreading a bit of holiday cheer to our troops. Let them know that someone back here cares for them.”

“While you boys were having a party inside the house, I decided to do some recon on the outer buildings. There were dozens of containers of weapons and explosives. You might want to exit soon. There’s about to be a very large boom. Miller taught me everything I know.”

The men smirked at the sound of Evie’s voice, realizing she was on the property, probably with the bird in stealth.

“Let’s go! Move your asses. It’s cold out here.”

“Enjoy your trip, Colonel. We should be able to wrap things up by the time you return, if you return, that is,” said Garr. “I’m sure the defense committee and the joint chiefs will want to see you, along with the POTUS.”

The men casually walked toward the front door, realizing that U-Jin wasn’t with them. They looked around then saw him coming toward them from upstairs. He was carrying a large pillowcase that seemed overstuffed.

“What the hell are you doing?” growled the Colonel.

“Oh. These items belong to us,” said U-Jin. “You obviously stole the prototypes from the Pentagon when we sent them to be reviewed. Of course, they are not close to what we actually have, but still, it felt wrong to leave them in your hands.”

“You searched my home!”

“No. We have locators on our products. We know where they are and who has them at all times. You should remember that,” smiled U-Jin.

“What are you chewing on?” smirked Garr. U-Jin shrugged, grinning at the Colonel.

“He has an entire glass jar of Belgian chocolates by his bed. They’re my favorite.”

There was literally a cloud of steam coming off Brockman’s head as he watched the men walk across his field. How could they have known so much? He’d killed Buzz. Did he talk to them before that? When they disappeared, he dialed his team.

“We need to get those crates loaded now! Get the trucks moving.”

“But, sir, it’s too early. We need to wait until the traffic dies down some and it’s completely dark. With the storm, I’m worried that someone might see,” said the voice.

“I don’t give a fuck!” The earth rumbled as snow and dirt flew into the air, flames licking the cold sky. Pieces of buildings, timber, steel, and glass went in every direction, the sky literally raining debris. “No. No, this can’t be.”

“Sir? Sir, what happened?” The Colonel just stared at the millions of dollars in weapons that just exploded in his backyard. He’d have to find a way to explain that later.

“Never mind. There’ll be no shipment tonight.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“Way to go, Evie,” said Sebastian.

“Thank you. I like to learn new skills, and Miller has been very generous in sharing his knowledge with me. On the serious side, that was a lot of weaponry in there. If he was selling them to someone, he was about to create a well-armed army.”

“Yeah, he’s dirty all the way, and we need to figure out what he gets out of this beyond money,” said Sebastian.

“I’m not sure it’s about anything other than money,” said Garr. “By the looks of his home, he likes nice things. Top-of-the-line leather furniture, thirty-year-old Scotch, Cuban cigars, a couple of rare paintings in there as well.”

“Well, if he’s not married and doesn’t have children, he could argue that he manages his money well. What do we have on his background?” asked Leif.

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