Page 14 of The Perfect Stranger

“Are you in?”

“Fuck yes!”

That afternoon, we boarded our plane having packed light. With Zero’s help, we scheduled meetings with those who would assist in getting us what we needed once we landed. While Jase conquered his post-hangover hunger by digging into the first of his two hot meals, I worked on the logistics of the mission.

“We gonna come out of this alive?” Jase asked through a mouthful of lasagne.

“That I’m not sure of.”

He gave a slow nod. “What if they’ve killed everyone by the time we get there?”

“Then we hunt them down until every last one of them is dead.”

Jase set his knife and fork on the tray table. “I’m really sorry this has happened to you, bro.”

Inhaling heavily, I stared at the clouds of condensation filtering from the air vents on the plane.

“You sure they won’t recognize you?”

“They have no clue who I am. And even if they did, they’ll never see us coming.”

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