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“Don’t ask.”

“A black site, huh? Fine. Just don’t kill them.”

“That’s up to the kidnappers.” Brent looked at Andre. “You’re up, Andre. Tell the president what you told me.”

For the next few minutes, Andre and Riley updated the president on everything they knew about Obsidian Storm and its plans.

“No concrete proof?”

“No, sir. Only the word of a man who lied at a few points to distract us. We got half-truths and half-lies.”

“But you believed this?”

Andre looked at Riley. She should take this answer since she’d lived the experience.

“Yes, sir,” Riley said. “We believe it because when I was with The Company, my first assignment was to take out Obsidian Storm’s leader. The reason I was sent in the first place was rumors about the Storm being on the verge of weaponizing a virus. I took out Eduardo Garcia and got out as ordered. My orders did not include destroying a virus. In fact, my handler didn’t tell me about the virus until I returned to the States.”

Martin stared. “So, you took down Garcia. Good work. I knew the CIA would have a good grasp of what was happening. That’s why I ordered and approved the mission. I didn’t know the agent was you. There was another assassination connected to Obsidian Storm that day. Would that have been your handiwork also?”

“That was my doing, sir,” Andre said. “I was with a Ranger unit in those days.”

“I’m impressed, and that doesn’t happen often. Good job, both of you.” He shifted his attention to Brent. “What now?”

“We’re taking down Obsidian Storm. It’s the only way to ensure Riley and Andre and the rest of their teams won’t have a target on their backs.”

“What about the virus?”

Their boss grimaced. “We’ll figure out a way to get rid of it.”

“In other words, you’ll wing it.”

“We’re doing this with or without Washington’s support but we’d prefer to have it.”

“Ah. So that’s what you called me for. You want permission to go after the Storm.”

“Yes, sir.”

Martin was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Do it. I expect success from all of your teams.”

“Copy that, sir. Sorry to interrupt your schedule.”

“If you destroy that virus, we’ll be even.” Martin ended the transmission feed.

A knock sounded on the conference room door, and David Montgomery and his four brothers walked into the room.

Andre smiled. Time for the party to begin.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

RILEY SETTLED BACKin her seat inside the jet’s cabin and glanced at Andre. “Do you believe we can do this?” For now, they didn’t have enough information to discern the odds. Her lips curved. Maybe that was for the best.

“Depends.”

Not what she wanted to hear on the eve of a battle to stop a terrorist attack. “On?”

“The number of enemy combatants on site. I’m afraid we’ll need a third team to improve the odds of being successful.”

“If we pull this off, we’ll put a large dent in crime in the Chihuahua region. Although several groups are fighting for dominance, Obsidian Storm has the strongest hold.”