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“So am I,” Callahan observed with a little thrust.“But if we try that again right now, my arms may fall out of their sockets.”
Amanda laughed at that.“What’s the matter, old man?The young pup wear you out?”
“Hell, yes.”Callahan finally sat back fully, breathing hard.
“Oh, good.”Remmy laughed.“‘Cause I thought you were trying to kill me.Not that I can think of a better way to die…” He swirled his hips, teasing Amanda’s ass in slow, sensual circles.“I’m still new to this whole werewolf thing.Can we come again?”
“Depends,” Callahan replied with a grin.
“On what?”
“On whether the bitch decides to let us live that long.”
Chapter Three
Jarod checked the clock again.It was 4:15 p.m.Delivery was set for 4:00.They were late.He didn’t like this one bit.There was too much that could go wrong.Too much he had no control over.He was tempted to use the time for an excuse to persuade Alexi to call the whole thing off, but he wasn’t sure he could stop it now, even if he tried.Besides, they had no choice.If this nuclear fuel fell into the wrong hands, the whole city of Memphis -- maybe even the state of Tennessee -- could be wiped off the map.
Alexi had to be stopped.
“Team one, confirm.”Jarod tried to keep his voice neutral when inside he was so on edge he wanted to scream.If this went bad, his friends at the MPD were going to die.
“Team one in position,” a voice cracking back on the two-way responded.
“Team two, confirm,” Jarod ordered.
“Team two, in position.”
“Team three, confirm.”
“Team three, in position.All clear.”
Jarod turned to Alexi.“Everything’s in place, boss.All we need is the buyers.”
At precisely that moment, Alexi’s butt buzzed.He pulled out his cell phone and stabbed at a button.“Sergei, tell the lookouts our customers will be here to pick up their order shortly.They’re stuck in traffic.”He flashed a feral grin.“Memphis at rush hour.Surprise.”
Sergei reached for his radio.Something about the look on the man’s face didn’t sit well with Jarod.Jarod knew Sergei didn’t like him, didn’t approve of him usurping the position of pack second, but Jarod had beaten the old second, Viktor, fair and square.On top of which, Alexi insisted he was blood.Alexi had sired Dolf, the wolf who’d turned Jarod.To Alexi blood was what mattered, no matter that Dolf had meant to kill Jarod.If Sergei couldn’t accept that, then Jarod was going to have to teach him a lesson he’d not soon forget.
Jarod hated waiting.Though Belle had always known how to make waiting more fun.Too bad she wasn’t here now, which also had him on edge.Alexi had sent her to the west side on watch.It was the longest half hour of Jarod’s life.
Two military surplus trucks, much like the ones Jarod and Sergei had used to deliver the weapons to the bogus Tennessee State Militia compound, arrived at the security entrance at 4:45 pm -- traffic couldn’t get any worse.Callahan was behind the wheel of the first truck, and Butch in the second.
Sergei signaled for the two drivers to back up to the loading dock.Half a dozen of the pack, dressed in camo fatigues, climbed out of the back of the trucks -- manual labor for the loading.And backup, Jarod knew, in case everything went bad.Sergei took Butch Carson to inspect the shipment while Alexi waved Callahan over to the makeshift office area.“You have my money?”
A woman Jarod didn’t know very well -- Amanda Black, he thought her name was -- leaned a little too close to Callahan to be just his work partner.Interesting development.
Amanda flipped open her laptop.“I’m ready for your account number.”She glanced over to Butch.“Everything approved, Boss?”
“Got everything here but the big payload.”
Callahan’s brows pulled together in a look that was all too close to the wolf he was.
“Relax,” Alexi said with a too-charming smile.“I have what you’re after right here.”He held out a canister.
Callahan’s frown didn’t ease.“Looks like a coffee cup.”
Alexi’s smile turned into a grin.“Ten grams of weapons grade Highly Enriched Uranium.Enough to attract as much attention as you want.As you can see from the weight, the canister is lead-lined.All you need for safety.That’s the beauty of this stuff.Ten grams of HEU will do what used to take eight kilograms of uranium and even more plutonium -- and it’s far safer to handle.Your expert here knows what to do with it, I assume.”
“Oh, yeah.”Terra White stepped forward, test equipment in hand.It took her less than a minute to verify the contents of the canister.“This is it, Boss.We’re ready to capture some media attention.Now all those fucking idiot congressman will have to pay attention to us.”
