Page 38 of Undercover Hacker

“I’m going after my husband.”

“Already planning on it, but we can’t walk out of here without someone knowing. Let's formulate a plan, steal a jet, and save these men.”

The owner of AlphaBay was an acquaintance. The first step was to get the hit taken down for a few hours. The next was getting back to New York.

“Fine.”

“Bridget, can you watch Antonio Jr. while we go to New York? We need guns and plans for protecting them. I also need to borrow Alex’s jet somehow.

Jessica nodded immediately. “Alex might ask questions. Royal Airlines has spare planes for us at the hanger. I can call my pilot. Royal Airlines won’t say anything to Brock, either.”

Words couldn't express my gratitude. It meant so much to have friends that could help at a moment’s notice. “Okay, guns. Anyone know how to find them?”

“Sophie, we’ll stop by my storage unit in New York. There is only one gun I will use to take this man out,” Kat said, propping her chin on her hand on the table.

“Who are you planning on shooting?” I asked. “We’ll make sure our men make it back alive. Guns are only needed if someone is in trouble.”

Bridget and Jessica both agreed. This was a backup mission, not a search and destroy.

“I’ve been in the spy game for years. Sanchez took out the hit. I will bet my rifle that he also told Yermushin they were coming for him. Our men will be walking into an ambush.”

I reached for the laptop to pull up the schematics of the building. Kat reached over and closed the lid on my fingers.

“What are you doing? We need to figure out everything about the event.”

An evil smile spread across Kat’s lips. “Nope. Antonio and Zane are planning on taking Yermushin down before the charity event at his warehouse in the meatpacking district. If we leave soon, we can set up in the rafters and wait for the meeting to go down.”

Zane would be angry with me for putting myself in danger. He gave me the one thing I wanted in the world. Kat and I would have their backs during the meeting. I was still worried about Kat going on a kill mission, but I knew she wanted to protect her husband.

Kat had broken down and cried this morning after breakfast when we talked about Yermushin. She felt stupid for working with the man that killed our parents. Her need for vengeance was clouding her judgment. The right thing would be to let Brock know what we found.

“Are you sure about this? We couldn’t hear anything they were saying.” Brock had put the feed into his ear when talking with the guys. He was definitely keeping us out.

Kat shrugged her shoulders. “Yes. When they talked to Brock, I read their lips.”

How do you respond to that? From a young age, Sanchez had shaped her into a super spy. Zane and Antonio should have used her on this mission. Kat talked about how Sanchez started taking her to Camp Peary at the age of ten. Camp Peary is the CIA training facility for covert spies. What other super skills would she pull out?

Bridget gasped. “Holy shit. You read lips? When are you going to give a training lesson? These prissy moms at the jungle gym are always catty. I want to know what they say when they are on the other side of the playground. Alex confiscated all of my listening devices.”

There were so many things wrong with Bridget’s statement. Surprisingly, none of them shocked me. I didn’t care about learning to read lips. I was hoping she would teach me to shoot so that the next time I had to kill someone for real and not electronically, I could do it without unloading the full clip.

“Our biggest challenge will be getting out of this building without being caught,” Kat said. “This place is covered with cameras.”

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone. It rang twice.

“Hey, Sophie.”

“Hi, Daisy. Can you help me? You will get in trouble from Neal.”

Daisy was Neal’s submissive. She had been kidnapped and tortured for years. She was still recovering and lived with Neal. Neal was Patty and Jessica’s best friend, and he ran Patty’s security company. There had been talk about merging Patty’s and Bridget’s companies.

“Oh, yes. Neal has been lax on Daisy. Daisy needs a good punishment.” Daisy was a borderline masochist.

It was hard not to laugh when Daisy spoke in the third person. “I need a ride. We will meet you at Chubby’s Diner in thirty minutes?”

They wouldn’t think to track Daisy’s car until it was the last one. Now, we needed to get to the cameras. The only person watching the cameras was Brock. Jessica could help us with our next op.

“Jessica…” It was hard to ask her to get in a fight with Brock. When he found out, he would be angry with her.

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