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It was gorgeous. Utterly breathtaking.

He pulled out his own cell phone. Dialed.

Cook’s voice answered on the second ring. “Is everyone there?”

“We are. The entire team is in the prince’s villa.”

“Excellent. Exactly where we want you.”

“What are my orders?”

“Hold tight for now. The president and his lover are gone. Our decoy is making inroads in Canada. We’ll send you something soon.”Cook paused.“You did well in Tampa. Good kill. And your intel on the Arab was spot on. Attacking him was the key to breaking it all open.”

“Thank you, sir.” He smiled, trying to smother it beneath his palm. “We’re close, sir? Not much longer?”

“Not much longer. I know you can feel it. We all can. Our new dawn is rising. Our new sky awaits us all.”

The door behind him slid open, and one of his teammates poked his head out. “Hey, you need to get in here. Serious intel coming in. We’re on the move, like, yesterday.”

He slid the phone down, out of sight, and ended the call. “What the hell are we waiting for? Let’s move.”

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Chapter 62

Russian Caucasus

The Forest

Finally,the convoy was packed and ready to leave the forest. Simushir Island lay ahead, and beyond that, everything after.

Where they’d make their stand. Take the fight straight to Madigan. Save the world from his madness.

Sergey finalized the route. Every jeep had a highlighted map taped to the dash. Shooters rode shotgun with the drivers. Gear was stowed, equipment packed away. Sergey drove in the lead, Scott—unbelievably—as his side shooter. Behind them were Ethan and Jack, Jack holding a shotgun propped against the windowsill with a rifle between his legs.

Ethan held out his hand over the center console and over their packed magazines and spare ammunition. Jack grasped his hand in return, and Ethan smiled down at their joined fingers.

Two rings burned over his heart.

The world was still crazy, still dangerous and deadly, and they had to do something about that. But after, when they’d put Madigan down and righted the world, there’d be a perfect moment when he could drop down to one knee, take Jack’s hand in his, and breathe his question.

But right now, Jack was riding shotgun at his side and they were about to head east, gearing up for the fight to save the world again.

Together.

“Ready?” He smiled at Jack, squeezing his hand once.

Jack grinned. “I’m with you all the way.”

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