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“Max,” I gasped, flinging my elbow back, praying I connected with the asshole behind me.
I was pinned with no fucking way out. The rate at which we were falling would smash us like a pancake into the ground. There would be no survivors. I would never see Quinn again.
That thought alone sent nausea swirling in my stomach at a violent speed. I was going to be sick.
I threw back my elbow, this time connecting with something. The man stumbled back a step, allowing me enough time to spin around and land one hell of a punch to his jaw. He fell to the ground just as I spewed vomit all over him.
He cried out in disgust just as Max finally lifted his hat and eyed the man on the ground. “Hey, tactical vomit has returned.” He grinned up at me, then grabbed his bottle. “Scotch?”
I slid my fingers through the man’s hair and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him out. Then grabbed the bottle from Max and took a swig.
“See? It’s better when you drink.”
I slumped into my seat, still breathing hard as I finally leveled the plane, ignoring the banging on the door. When I was close to our destination, I finally unlocked the door, taking another swig of scotch as Thumper burst inside.
“What the fuck?—”
His eyes dropped to the man on the floor. He pinched his nose and then took in the sight of me drinking and flying. “Fucking hell. Boss, we have a problem!”
“What’s that?” Cash asked, peeking his head inside. “You’re drinking and flying?” he snapped.
Thumper smacked him on the shoulder, pointing to the ground. “Tactical vomit is back.”
“There’s a man on the floor,” Cash pointed out. “Do you think that might be a problem?”
Thumper eyed the man and frowned. “Well, not anymore.”
He turned, crossing his arms over his chest. “There’s a fucking man in the cockpit who shouldn’t be there,” he stressed.
“Yeah, I see him, too,” Thumper said slowly. “I think the bigger issue is the tactical vomit.”
“How is that an issue?”
“Well, the man is knocked out. But now we have to figure out how to insure our planes when both of them are drinking on the job and one of them is vomiting all over the controls.”
Cash looked at me again, his eyes locked on the bottle. “Is this gonna be a problem?”
I took another swig. “Nope.”
Cash studied me for a moment. “Well, alright then.” He turned and shouted to everyone else. “Time to jump!”
“See?” Max grinned. “I told you it wasn’t a problem.”
36
CASH
This wasthe most convoluted job I’d ever been on. But we did it. Scottie landed the plane without further incident, then picked us up at a private airport. I managed to bypass all scrutiny, even though the hike was killer on my leg.
Now, we were in New York, chasing down the last of the Shadow Government. We were so close. If they were going to hit anywhere, it would be at the rally. It was the most exposed, the easiest place to find a sniper’s nest.
“Boss!” Rae shouted, running up to me, avoiding several people walking down the sidewalk without a care in the world. She shot them dirty looks when they scoffed at her for daring to nearly run into them.
Our gathering spot on the sidewalk was less than ideal, but time was of the essence, and there were no safe houses in the vicinity to stage a meeting.
“Iron has the perch. I spotted it, but getting there is going to be a problem. He bypassed the Secret Service and he’s on the roof right now.”
“So, we tell Secret Service,” Kavanaugh said, already on the move.
