Page 94 of Breathe
“Thank you, Sir,” the young man said, sitting down with a smile.
“Next order of business is Titus. I sent out a recon group to the locations Micky gave us, but my team missed Titus by minutes,” Viper said.
The low sound of murmurs traveled around the room.
“It’s a heavy blow, and I’ve personally posted a million-dollar bounty on his head,” Viper continued.
That didn’t surprise Azrael. He’d heard that Viper was stinking rich. The guy came from old money. Not sure where it all came from, but probably oil. Real told him that if you make too much money in the military, a person can actually be booted out, but Will had stepped in, and that was that. Azrael figured friends in high places could make anything go away. Or, in this case, the Secretary of Defense could make the call.
“So, my bounty on Titus negates the hundred thousand Titus put out on Real,” Viper said with a smirk.
Real snorted softly and gave the man a slight nod. Azrael reached over and linked their fingers together.
“With that said, we will continue to hunt Titus and continue to do business as usual. I know Titus, and I know what he’s capable of. Make no mistake, we will take him down.”
Azrael did a double-take. Viper personally knew Titus? Why was he only now sharing that fact with them?
Oh shit.
There must be some bad blood between them.
“Meeting is adjourned and the floor is open for questions,” Viper concluded.
The room erupted with noise, and several people raised their hands; others stood and wandered to the table in the back with the coffee and pastries.
Viper patiently answered questions as they came his way.
“What’s the deal between Viper and Titus?” Azrael whispered to Real.
“It’s a long story, I don’t know most of it, but what I heard was that it goes back to before boot camp,” Real murmured.
“So, they served together?” Azrael studied Viper.
“I don’t know. Before boot camp could mean they knew each other before the military. That’s all I know.” Real kept his voice low for his ears only.
“Okay, when can we get out of here?” Azrael asked, leaning into Real.
“We can leave now.” Real smiled.
“Good, because I want to go swimming,” Azrael said, waggling his brows.
Three states away in Topeka, Kansas.
The door to his study opened and Titus glanced up from the document in his hand to the man striding inside.
“Did they get him?” Titus placed the document aside.
“Yes, Micky is dead,” Walt Beckman, his second-in-command, said before taking a seat in one of the two leather chairs that sat facing his desk.
“And the compound?” Titus asked.
“Burned to the ground.”
“Any survivors?” Titus squeezed one fist.
“Genesis rescued the captives,” Walt said.
“I’m talking about the men in the compound. Did any of Micky’s men survive?”
