Page 249 of Allegiance

“Yes, Sir,” he said, as the phone disconnected. It appeared he was going to get paid, and soon.

Now, he could get home, and wait for the next assignment.

Because he was raking in the cash.

Finally.

The Major watched and saw movement.

“We have someone exiting the van,” Maura said, her scope on the target. “We need him alive. So no one do anything rash, Zayn.”

His voice came over the com.

“Why is it always me? I don’t know if you realized this, Major, but the Marine you’re bunking with has temper issues.”

Jagger didn’t miss a beat.

“My anger issues are about to be your problem if you don’t shut that piehole of yours, Captain.”

He laughed.

They all watched as the man stood by the van.

Only, before they could get ready to move on him, the worst-case scenario happened.

They heard one shot, as it echoed through the field of the airstrip, hitting the man dead center in the forehead. As he was falling, there was one more sound, and Maura knew what it was.

“Everyone close your eyes! NOW!” she said, as a rocket broke the darkness, hitting the van, and exploding in color and fire.

Luckily, everyone listened.

The light that was emitted would have blinded them all with night vision on.

Pulling her gear off, she looked over at her husband.

“Are you okay?” she asked as the van exploded again as the gasoline went up.

He was honest.

“Yeah, I closed my eyes.”

“Report,” she said and heard her team. They were her concern.

“I’m good,” Rogue said.

“Same,” Gene admitted.

Well, holy shit.

This was a problem.

Chevy just took out the last of his Addiction, one of the cops—likely who could ID him, and the van.

This meant one thing, and they all knew it.

“Somehow, Chevy knew that we were following him,” Jagger said.

This wasn’t good.