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life.”
Fellows started the engine. He popped the vehicle into gear and they lurched off. “If you’re into rabbits, then you’ve already experienced all the excitement you’ll see.”
As they drove back in silence, McGriffin hoped that Fellows was right.
Wendover, Nevada
The sheet fell away from her breast as she rolled over to her side. She placed a hand on his chest and smiled at him.
Britnell started giggling, then laughed as she rolled on top of him. He pulled her down and they kissed.
Minutes later, she propped her head up on an elbow. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
Britnell stretched. “Anything you want, babe. I’ll give you the world if you want.”
Vikki murmured, “Anything?”
“Yeah. Anything.”
She hesitated, then drew a finger across his chest. She really wanted to pull him in, string him along longer … so if she asked for something innocuous, she could build up to the important things. “You know, it might help if I could get a hold of a Wendover phone book. It’s really a hassle to call base information all time. It would really come in handy when we make appointments with your contracting division.”
“No problem.” He closed his eyes.
Vikki reached over and flicked off the light. She rolled to her side and snuggled up against him, smiling.
Chapter 8
Thursday, 9 June, 1223 local
Wendover, Nevada
“You’ll have to check out the staging area by yourself. I’ve got to go to Baja.”
“Why?” Vikki Osborrn pushed back her hair. “I’m getting close to finding all we want to know about Alpha Base, including the call signs and map. We can’t afford to blow it now. Can’t you wait to go?”
Anthony Harding stood silent for a moment. He sounded weary. “I have to finalize the plans with this mercenary group that NUFA dug up.”
Vikki eyed Harding as he walked across her apartment. An old television sat in one corner, facing a threadbare couch and a coffee table. A card table and three folding chairs made up the rest of the room. Ashtrays held just as much residue from marijuana as from tobacco, and the double bed in the bedroom was unmade, with clothes were strewn over boxes.
She raised an eyebrow at Harding. Here she was, prostituting her body, giving herself to Britnell, all for a higher cause. The zeal that she and Harding had once felt was gone now, and even their lovemaking was replaced with a mechanical, almost predictable, rhythmic grinding.
Britnell’s caresses brought back the fervor—but it was tempered with the knowledge that she was no better than some slut on the main strip. It almost made her vomit to go through with it.
But it was that elusive higher law— the end justifies the means —that kept her smiling while courting Britnell. Through all his groping, she kept that one goal in mind: she’d put up with anything to get rid of the nukes, or at least be able to prove to the rest of the nation how easy it was to steal one.
And now Harding wanted to go cavorting off and leave her to finish his work.
Harding placed his hands on the back of the couch. “While I’m away you’ve got to find a landing strip in the mountains, one big enough for a C-130, so it will have to be at least a mile long. Plan to get up there, spend a few days to find what we need. I’ve got to hammer out the assault plans.”
“No. If we’re going to pull this plan off, I’ve got to keep seeing Britnell. His ego is too fragile. If I leave now, he’ll go to pieces. Even for a few days. Can’t you do it when you get back?”
Silence. Harding held up his hands. “Britnell can wait.”
Vikki bit her lip. She couldn’t believe that he was dismissing the whole reason for what she was doing. She spoke with an edge to her voice. “If we steal those nukes, the U.S. will take so much heat they’ll be forced to upgrade security, hopefully even get rid of most of their arsenal. If NUFA wants to bring the country to its knees, this is the way to do it. And
Fellows started the engine. He popped the vehicle into gear and they lurched off. “If you’re into rabbits, then you’ve already experienced all the excitement you’ll see.”
As they drove back in silence, McGriffin hoped that Fellows was right.
Wendover, Nevada
The sheet fell away from her breast as she rolled over to her side. She placed a hand on his chest and smiled at him.
Britnell started giggling, then laughed as she rolled on top of him. He pulled her down and they kissed.
Minutes later, she propped her head up on an elbow. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
Britnell stretched. “Anything you want, babe. I’ll give you the world if you want.”
Vikki murmured, “Anything?”
“Yeah. Anything.”
She hesitated, then drew a finger across his chest. She really wanted to pull him in, string him along longer … so if she asked for something innocuous, she could build up to the important things. “You know, it might help if I could get a hold of a Wendover phone book. It’s really a hassle to call base information all time. It would really come in handy when we make appointments with your contracting division.”
“No problem.” He closed his eyes.
Vikki reached over and flicked off the light. She rolled to her side and snuggled up against him, smiling.
Chapter 8
Thursday, 9 June, 1223 local
Wendover, Nevada
“You’ll have to check out the staging area by yourself. I’ve got to go to Baja.”
“Why?” Vikki Osborrn pushed back her hair. “I’m getting close to finding all we want to know about Alpha Base, including the call signs and map. We can’t afford to blow it now. Can’t you wait to go?”
Anthony Harding stood silent for a moment. He sounded weary. “I have to finalize the plans with this mercenary group that NUFA dug up.”
Vikki eyed Harding as he walked across her apartment. An old television sat in one corner, facing a threadbare couch and a coffee table. A card table and three folding chairs made up the rest of the room. Ashtrays held just as much residue from marijuana as from tobacco, and the double bed in the bedroom was unmade, with clothes were strewn over boxes.
She raised an eyebrow at Harding. Here she was, prostituting her body, giving herself to Britnell, all for a higher cause. The zeal that she and Harding had once felt was gone now, and even their lovemaking was replaced with a mechanical, almost predictable, rhythmic grinding.
Britnell’s caresses brought back the fervor—but it was tempered with the knowledge that she was no better than some slut on the main strip. It almost made her vomit to go through with it.
But it was that elusive higher law— the end justifies the means —that kept her smiling while courting Britnell. Through all his groping, she kept that one goal in mind: she’d put up with anything to get rid of the nukes, or at least be able to prove to the rest of the nation how easy it was to steal one.
And now Harding wanted to go cavorting off and leave her to finish his work.
Harding placed his hands on the back of the couch. “While I’m away you’ve got to find a landing strip in the mountains, one big enough for a C-130, so it will have to be at least a mile long. Plan to get up there, spend a few days to find what we need. I’ve got to hammer out the assault plans.”
“No. If we’re going to pull this plan off, I’ve got to keep seeing Britnell. His ego is too fragile. If I leave now, he’ll go to pieces. Even for a few days. Can’t you do it when you get back?”
Silence. Harding held up his hands. “Britnell can wait.”
Vikki bit her lip. She couldn’t believe that he was dismissing the whole reason for what she was doing. She spoke with an edge to her voice. “If we steal those nukes, the U.S. will take so much heat they’ll be forced to upgrade security, hopefully even get rid of most of their arsenal. If NUFA wants to bring the country to its knees, this is the way to do it. And
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