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“Damn good timing, Irish.”
“That’s what they always say,” Finn replied with a wink.
“Wait. Finn and I hit this bastard in the chest. Who got in the throat shot?” Tony demanded.
“I did,” Nikita announced as she strolled into view.
Finn grinned at her. “Nice to see you, Flame.”
“Irish.” Nikita glanced around. “Who are these fuckers?”
“Azules cartel,” Trinity told her.
“Well, well. Isn’t that interesting? Want to guess which cartel is behind that new drug that killed that kid at the beach party?” Nikita asked.
“Son of a bitch!” Jackson growled. “Did you find the dealer?”
“Sure did.”
“Is he in custody?”
Nikita snorted out a laugh. “No, he’s in the morgue along with a handful of his buddies.”
“I told you,” Finn said gleefully.
“You know these guys, Lt.?” Noah asked, eying the agents warily.
“Yes. Trinity works with them.”
“I’m guessing they are more than just your average security consultants…” Carlos ventured cautiously.
“You could say that,” Jackson hedged, not wanting to go into details. If he did, his head might explode. “Damn it to hell, Katrina—”
“I’m going to have that tattooed on your ass if you keep saying it! We can talk about all of this shit later. Now, grab your buddies and get the hell out of here. We have a live bomb in play!”
“Three, actually,” a sobbing Pamela claimed. “We have to get out of here! I don’t want to die!”
“Where are they?” Tony demanded as he lifted her up by her arm. He shook her when she didn’t answer. “Where are the fucking bombs?”
After she gasped out the answer, he shoved the crying woman at Carlos.
“Oh, come on…”
“Deal with it,” Tony barked.
“What did she say?” Nikita demanded. “I couldn’t understand what she said through all that blubbering.”
Tony smirked. “I’m proficient in translating crying females because of my sister. She said there are three bombs in the building structure.” He turned to glance at the cops. “You guys should get the hell out of here.”
“I’ll take one of the bombs,” Finn offered.
“I’ve got another,” Nikita confirmed.
“I’ve got the last. Let’s get to work,” Trinity ordered.
Before she could take off, Maxwell grabbed hold of her arm, holding her in place. Stark fear shone back at her. Instead of slapping out at him, she lowered her voice and placed her hand over his. “I know what I’m doing.”
“I’m not leaving you,” Max swore.