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Chapter 2
The Night Before
Greer pulled the tranquilizer dart out of Steve's arm and put it back in. She had hit it well, and even in the dark and through the open window. He had collapsed instantly. What a happy coincidence that he had come down after all and she didn't have to wait until morning.
Greer pulled the letter out of her pocket in and read through it again. It was impressive what AI could do, the letter really looked like Steve had written it. With a sideways glance at Seal lying unconscious on the floor, she placed the letter on the kitchen table. An ugly grin flitted across her face. If she didn't get it, this German or Irishwoman, or whatever she was, shouldn't get it either.
Now she pulled Steve to his car and heaved him into the back seat. It wasn't so easy to get his one foot eighty-five into the car. But then she had it made. The unregistered plane was already waiting for her at a small airport not far away. Carelessly, she parked the Silverado and boarded the plane after the pilots carried Steve inside. Shortly thereafter, they were airborne. This Melia would never see Steve again. She giggled, and Catherine would be to blame.
When they landed about an hour later, the Navy Seal was still asleep.
Satisfied, Greer grinned; the whole thing had been easier than she'd thought. She would get her revenge. She stepped off the plane and almost simultaneously an SUV with fully tinted windows pulled up. Four men got out and approached the plane.
"Do they have the man who killed my father?"
Greer nodded and pointed to the plane.
"As promised."
Two of the men boarded the plane and carried the unconscious Steve to the car and placed him in the trunk.
"What about my money?"
One of the men, at the direction of his boss, pulled out his cell phone and typed something on it. Greer looked at her phone as well and nodded with satisfaction.
"The company thanks."
"The second half will come when they complete their job."
Greer nodded again, then turned on her heel and got back on the plane. Toward morning, she scattered the info that a highly decorated Navy Seal had been turned over to the insurgents in Afghanistan. Shortly thereafter, her cell phone told her that money had come into her account. Satisfied, she sat back and enjoyed the flight.
With a hateful look, the young man looked at the unconscious man. So this was the man who had killed his father and uncle. He was to blame for his mother having to flee with him and hide for years. He had spent a year planning his revenge, especially how to get to the man who was, first, the head of a known task force and, second, a Seal. They smelled danger even at a distance of kilometers. A lucky coincidence had played into his hands and a money-hungry ex-agent. An ugly smile flitted across his face, this one would also get her surprise when she got off the plane. He turned back to the man in front of him. His fun would not begin until he was conscious again, and for that long he would let him sweat in the sun.