Page 81 of Depths of Destruction

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"Is that what they teach at boot camp?"

I chuckle. "Nope. My friend knew how to do it. We were over in Iraq and bored one day. So he taught us how and then we all took bets on who could do it the fastest." I put a glove on and slice my knife through the wires. After a few tries, the car starts.

Naomi claps.

"Can you read maps?"

"Yep."

"Great." I pull out the pamphlet I snagged from the hotel and hand it to her. "Omoa should be west."

"You were right. We're in Tela."

"Omoa shouldn't be too far. Once we get there, we should be able to locate Tinker easily."

It takes about an hour to get to Omoa, which is a small beach town on the coast of Honduras. I pull into the parking lot of a hotel.

"Let's put your Spanish skills to use."

"What do I need to do?"

"Ask for a phone book. We need the address for Tyler Inkster."

"Tyler Inkster... Tinker. Aww, how cute."

"Funny."

She leans over and brushes her lips to mine. "On it."

"We should get dressed first."

She looks down. "Good point."

Both of us throw clothes on before we get out of the vehicle, and I bring my backpack.

"Why are you bringing that?"

"In case something happens, and we need it."

"Like what?"

"Anything." My gun, knife, and anything we need to survive is in it, so just like Naomi, it's not leaving my sight.

She speaks with the receptionist and gets a phone book. Naomi thumbs through it then writes down an address. She hands the book back to the lady and speaks to her in Spanish.

The woman hands her a map of Omoa and we leave.

Leaning into Naomi's ear, I murmur, "That was hot."

"What?"

"You speaking Spanish."

"Really? That's all I had to do to get you riled up?"

"You just need to add those glasses, and we'll be all set."

She blushes but smiles. "Is that so?"

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