Page 274 of Allegiance

She was using the binoculars as she sat between him and Zayn.

They were running with just the three of them for a reason. There could be no mistakes.

Jagger knew that if they got caught there, or someone got hurt, they were down a vital player in Maura’s plan.

“All I can get confirmation on are the two guys in the hanger working on a jet.”

Jagger was curious.

“Are the call numbers the same?” he asked, rattling them off.

She nodded.

“Yep.”

“We have to disable that jet,” Zayn said. “If they have anyone else going out tonight, we have to make sure they don’t take off.”

He was aware.

“Are the guys packing?” he asked Jinx, who assessed the situation.

“Yes. Handguns. Both have one each. We won’t be able to get to them without them seeing us. The hanger isn’t protected by any trees.”

Jagger looked at the ramshackle building and the shiny, pricy jet.

“Well, then, we need a distraction.”

The other two Marines looked over.

“A loud one?” Zayn asked, grinning. “One that goes BOOM?”

They both stared at him.

“I wonder about you sometimes,” Jagger said.

He laughed.

“Dude, I wonder about me all the time. Jinx, give me your gun. I’ll make the shot.”

She gasped.

“You think I’m letting you put your hands on my girl? Fuck no, Marine.”

Zayn stared at her.

“There’s one shot, and it has to be through that tiny-ass hole.”

She stared at him.

“And you think me, Mamba, can’t take the shot?” she asked.

“I was going to climb the tree and shoot down. That’s an easier angle.”

Jagger stopped them.

“Honestly, I don’t give a shit which one of you does it, but we need to blow that jet and get the two men to run from the explosion—our way.”

Jinx got down with her gun in position.