Page 71 of Midnight Torment

“We can stop at one of our units and leave off the bags. I keep changes of clothes there.” And my boots since I was going to start shedding blood…

I resisted all temptation to check my phone to see where she was since Flynn had done that not long ago. Instead, I took a quick shower and changed into combat trousers and a black T-shirt. My biker jacket hung over the hook at the back of the door, Megan’s smaller one beside it.

A chasm widened in my chest, and I desperately tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I needed help, but couldn’t risk asking anyone else right now. A two-man kill squad was all we could risk to prevent anything happening to Megan.

“Ready?” Flynn called, pacing outside as I opened the door.

“Yeah, good to go.” I pushed my wallet and passport into my pocket. “Are we travelling business class?” I asked. We had alter egos we sometimes journeyed under.

“Absolutely.” He grinned and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him.

The wall safe contained some of my passports, and I located the relevant one that would be on our flight manifest. We headed to the airfield that housed our company plane. Flynn watched as I checked Megan’s location one last time.

“They’re moving again,” I said, and his head appeared over my shoulder to peer at the screen. “And they’re too fast to be in car.”

“It’s not going fast enough to be a plane.” Flynn stepped back, his jaw flexing as he contemplated our problem.

“Boat?” I suggested. “Marseille is on the coast of the Mediterranean. What if that is one of their destination points and the rest is completed by boat?”

Flynn glanced at the screen again. “It’s as good a guess as any. Do we have any contacts in that area?”

“No, but Caleb runs a lot of operations out of Switzerland and has his fingers all over Europe.”

“That’s Ash’s friend who runs the Plutus Guild with him?”

“Yeah,” I replied, chewing the side of my mouth as I shut down the transmitter in Megan’s tracker again. “He owes me a few favours.”

“Looks like it’s time to trade them in. I doubt anyone will be monitoring him,” Flynn said.

We wandered across the airstrip and climbed the steps onto the jet. I sat in my normal seat and flicked through the contacts of my phone while Flynn briefed the pilot.

“Hey, Jordan,” Caleb said in greeting as he answered his phone. “Is everything okay?”

“Nope,” I replied, trailing my fingers through my already messy hair. “I need your help.”

“Okay. Is there a reason you’re not coming through Ash?” he asked since that was the way this normally worked.

“It’s a long story, Caleb. I’m being watched. Megan was taken in South Africa and I’m following her. I haven’t told Xavier or Ash as I think the same person is monitoring them too. You can phone them when we finish, but I don’t want them following me and tipping our hand.”

“Shit, man. What can I do?”

“The plane she was on landed in Marseille a while ago. Flynn and I are heading that way now, but I think they’re travelling by boat to an unknown island. Any chance you could get a boat for me? Our flight should take about two hours.”

“Yeah, that should give me enough time to sort it out. Do you need anything else?”

“Just make sure it has a dingy so we can go in with stealth in the darkness.”

“You need a pilot to navigate the boat?” Caleb asked.

“I think I can manage,” I replied. “I’d be flying this fucking plane only Flynn won’t let me.”

“I stand by my decision,” Flynn said with a laugh as he came back into the main area. “In your frame of mind, you’d divebomb the fucking island and kill us all.”

“Probably a wise choice then,” Caleb answered. “Okay, leave it with me and I’ll have everything in place. Text me the names you’re flying in with and I’ll make sure everything matches. I’ll leave in an hour and phone Ash, or he’d probably come to Switzerland just to kick my ass for not telling him.”

“Thanks, Caleb.”

He paused for a moment. “You should consider telling them yourself. Put yourself in their shoes, you’d be pissed if no one told you what was happening.”

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