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The sound of a phone ringing had them both turning to their computer screens. The message was coming through loud and clear. Mikella was pissed off at her sister. She’d sent multiple text messages.

Where are you?

Did you ensure that the ship set sail on time? No one saw you!

Irena – answer me now!

The team decided to let her stew for a bit, then texted her back.

It’s taken care of. Pick it up at the docks with our ship. I’m done.

Her sister didn’t respond for several hours, but when she did, it was with a venomous tone.

Meet at the docks. We’re leaving with the cargo.

Again, they didn’t respond to her. When the phone rang a few hours later, they let it go to voicemail, watching the screen as it played live.

“Sounds like big sister is seriously pissed off,” smiled Tanner.

“Let’s see if we can send her over the edge,” grinned AJ. His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a text message in return.

I’m done. I’ve taken my cut of the money… and then some. Have fun finding me.

“Damn, you really want to piss her off, don’t you?”

“Yep. Remember, pissed-off people make mistakes, and that’s what we want her to do. Make mistakes.”

“What about the money?” asked Tanner. “Mikella’s going to realize it’s still there.”

“No. No, she won’t,” said AJ, patting himself on the back. “She’s going to open the banking right about now and realize that little sister took it all. Five accounts, more than nine hundred and thirty million, all gone. Bye-bye. There’s more out there in dummy accounts off-shore, but I haven’t found those yet. I will.”

“AJ,” laughed Tanner, “you make work fun.”

“Thank you. I think so.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

“The ship is about a hundred miles from Gibraltar,” said Chipper. “If you’re going to board her, now is the time.”

“Got it. Thanks, Chipper. Get us as close as you can, but do not risk the bird or you and Evie,” said Ham.

As the team checked their gear, wearing their wetsuits just in case someone went overboard, they showed Leo all the cool gadgets on the suits. Touch this. Don’t touch that. The instruction was fast, but Leo was smart.

“CJ, Ham, Rett, U-Jin, and Moose take the bridge. Once it’s secured, follow the rest of us below deck. We’ll spread out, take out the crew, and secure them below. Chipper and Evie will initiate the scramble that will ensure no messages are sent from the ship. Quiet comms other than taps and ASL,” said Gator. He looked at all of the men, then nodded. “NVGs on, prepare to repel.”

The Osprey, in whisper and stealth mode, could not be heard above the splashing of the ocean beneath the large freighter or over her loud engines. Hovering just above the bridge, Chipper and Evie watched on their screens as the men repelled in pairs to the ship below. The last man was Ham.

“Evie? Get this damn thing out of here. We’ll let you know when we need pickup and where.”

“Do not piss me off and be late, Ham. I will not leave a man behind. We’ll find a place close that we can be out of sight but near. We’ll be there when you need us,” she said, glaring at him. “Now, go have fun.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled, waving as he disappeared down the line.

“Sometimes I want to beat those kids,” she growled. Chipper laughed, nodding his head.

“I know the feeling, honey.”

“We’re almost there, captain,” smiled the first mate. The older man nodded, letting out a long breath.

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