Semua Bab Aegis Group Task Force: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Friday. Heathrow Airport. London, United Kingdom.RAMON SCOWLED AT A man who got too close to him as they waited for their bags at the carousel.This was not where he was supposed to be. Things were not supposed to have worked out like this.After Texas, he should have cut all ties and gone into hiding. He'd thought simply lying low would suffice. He'd sorely underestimated Skilton. Then again, Ramon hadn't understood just how much he owed the man. Kurt had always taken care of the details. Ramon simply went where he was told and did his part of the job.Now Ramon wished he'd known more. He hadn't understood then, but he sure as hell did now.He'd left behind a decent life to become some sort of indentured slave. Until he'd recouped Skilton's investment into the four of them, Ramon was at the man's beck and call. Sadly, Ramon knew he'd never earn out that investment. He'd die long before that happened, just like the other three Horsemen.At least this job might allow him

Saturday. Hostel. London, United Kingdom.VALENTINO COUNTED OUT THE cash again. It was all there. Both her down payments had come through without a problem.Ten grand wasn't enough.The doc wanted more.She really was going to have to go through with one of these jobs.Oh, she'd do them both because the Eros name was too good to tarnish and she didn't need more trouble on her plate. She just wished she didn't have to do this.If only she'd planned better.Even just having a dinner Viggo would have been happy with would have prevented them from being ambushed at the door. They'd have been forced to move again, but at least he wouldn't be recovering from surgery.There was no sense bemoaning the past. If she was going to do that, there were a lot worse things to cry about.She pocketed the money and gathered her things. She wouldn't be coming back here.There was a stop to make and then she'd get the ball rolling. With any luck, in a few days both she and Viggo wou

Saturday. London, United Kingdom.DIHA'S SKIN PRICKLED AS she watched the feeds from the agents outside the vans.Joon and Baker's van was dressed up like a floral delivery service. Their agent on the street carried a bouquet of flowers into a neighboring shop. Concealed within the flowers was equipment that would enable him to cut into the cables supplying internet to the whole block.The van the guys had piled into was a simple white van with a maintenance number on it. They set up cones and blocked off one lane while an agent scaled a telephone pole.And lastly, the agent slid out of the side door of her van carrying a catering box with a logo on it that matched the one on the side of the van. But there wasn't a meal for twenty inside. He was also going inside another shop that backed up to the club.One by one more cameras came on-line, either from their agents setting up shop or plain clothes cops in cars parking where they found space.There was no way they could c

Saturday. London, United Kingdom.VALENTINO KEPT HER HEAD low while shoveling food into her mouth.She was just another patron at the little café that routinely served the club crowd in this part of London. Fliers and stickers for Club Ibiza were still stuck to the corkboard by the register.With one hand she scooped up another mouthful, hardly tasting the dish she'd ordered while scrolling her phone with the other.She'd half expected to cut and run from today's meet, so she hadn't used good equipment. Right now all the camera and audio feeds were uploading. In moments it would be off the machine she'd left behind and on her private, secure server for review later.A uniformed cop passed the front windows. She followed him with her eyes, but didn't pay him much mind. After a pair had come in to ask the woman at the counter a few questions and left without once looking at Valentino, she'd breathed a sigh of relief.She'd learned a lesson as a little girl that had been drilled i

Saturday. Hotel. London, United Kingdom.MILES SPEARED THE LAST bit of asparagus off the plate and chewed it slowly. The TV droned on in the background, but neither he nor Diha were listening to it.They'd picked up dinner from the café he'd wanted to take her to, but opted to eat in the privacy of the hotel. He'd suggested it to her, posing it as a quiet night in. His real goal was to protect Diha. Given that Valentino had access to CCTV and now might have seen Miles, he wanted to keep her locked up. Not that he could. But this was as close as he could get.Once again, there was a wall between them.Diha cared about him. She wouldn't be angry if she didn't. But those feelings might also change things. She wouldn't be the first person who couldn't handle being in a relationship with someone who dealt in danger.He finished his meal and leaned back. The movement made something in his chest twinge painfully. That was going to happen a lot for the next week until things had healed.