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Authors: Joanne Jaytanie
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isn’t anything exciting the Captain can send you on back there?”
“Funny. Nope. Seems he thinks you might need a babysitter and of course, I’m the best man for the job.”
“I don’t need a damn babysitter,” Tristan snapped.
“You never know, and you usually do.”
“Very funny, I need to speak with him.”
“Okay, hold on for one sec. You haven’t lost your girls have you?” asked Logan.
“No. We’re on our way to Sacramento. Right on schedule.”
“Okay, but if you need me give me a call,” Logan said.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Tristan, what’s your status?” Wyatt answered.
“Seems our Biotec guys pulled out last night. I think they made contact with our target and have a plan in place for Sacramento.”
“You called that one. Jack was able to tap into Victory’s emails last night. Dave Anderson from Biotec has made contact with her. He was adamant about meeting with Victory to discuss a special project they would like her expertise in. She told him no a couple of times but he kept coming at her. If I was to hazard a guess I would say her curiosity finally got the best of her, and she wants to know why her friend was killed. She’s playing with fire, Tristan. Make sure you stay on top of the situation. They made her a job offer on a very important contract that Biotec seems to feel Ms. Winters is the best candidate for.”
“Or they’re trying to lure her in and clean up any lose ends,” Tristan said.
“That is certainly a possibility. Our job now is to keep her alive, away from them, and find out what this project is about. I think you might need some back up. It’s looking more and more like we were on the right trail, and Biotec is somehow involved in this DNA manipulation. This could get really ugly, Biotec is a powerful company,” Wyatt said.
“Let me scout it out, get a feel for their plan, then we can decide who we need to send.”
“I’ll give you twenty-four hours, no more,” Wyatt said.
“I need more time, Wyatt.”
“Commander Farraday, twenty-four hours. I’ll have Jack send all the details of the meeting place to your email. I’ll expect your call.”
“Yes sir, Captain.” Before he could finish Tristan heard a click on the other end and the line went dead. It was great to work with his brother most of the time, unless he pulled rank, and then he was pretty much screwed. Even so, he did get a lot of leeway and used it to his greatest advantage.
Up ahead he saw the Prevost exit at a rest stop. He entered the other side of the rest stop, hoping to stretch his legs, grab some lunch, and keep an eye on the girls. He figured it would take them a while to walk all the dogs. What he did have to be careful of was staying downwind of the Dobermans. Now that they knew his scent he didn’t want them alerting to him and signaling the girls.
Tristan sat in the passenger seat of his Porsche with his legs stretched out the door intently watching the Prevost at the far end of the rest stop. He leisurely ate his lunch as Payton and Victory took their time walking each of their dobes, giving them water and what looked like some kind of a treat.
“Wow man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Porsche 911 Turbo with all the bells and whistles, it’s cherry, man.”
Tristan turned to see two guys staring at his Porsche.
“Thanks.”
“I bet it can really fly.”
“Sure can, it gets me where I want to go.”
“Come on guys, stop bothering the poor man,” said a girl as she came out of the restroom.
Tristan turned back to check on the girls and noticed Victory scanning the area.
“I’ll be damned,” he mumbled to himself. He slid down in the front seat of his Porsche in case her gaze came his way.
Fifteen minutes later they were headed down the road and Tristan was calling the office.
“SOCOM, Logan.”
“Hey, it’s Tristan.”
“You must really miss me.”
“You’re a comedian. I think we have another little twist; can I talk to
“Funny. Nope. Seems he thinks you might need a babysitter and of course, I’m the best man for the job.”
“I don’t need a damn babysitter,” Tristan snapped.
“You never know, and you usually do.”
“Very funny, I need to speak with him.”
“Okay, hold on for one sec. You haven’t lost your girls have you?” asked Logan.
“No. We’re on our way to Sacramento. Right on schedule.”
“Okay, but if you need me give me a call,” Logan said.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Tristan, what’s your status?” Wyatt answered.
“Seems our Biotec guys pulled out last night. I think they made contact with our target and have a plan in place for Sacramento.”
“You called that one. Jack was able to tap into Victory’s emails last night. Dave Anderson from Biotec has made contact with her. He was adamant about meeting with Victory to discuss a special project they would like her expertise in. She told him no a couple of times but he kept coming at her. If I was to hazard a guess I would say her curiosity finally got the best of her, and she wants to know why her friend was killed. She’s playing with fire, Tristan. Make sure you stay on top of the situation. They made her a job offer on a very important contract that Biotec seems to feel Ms. Winters is the best candidate for.”
“Or they’re trying to lure her in and clean up any lose ends,” Tristan said.
“That is certainly a possibility. Our job now is to keep her alive, away from them, and find out what this project is about. I think you might need some back up. It’s looking more and more like we were on the right trail, and Biotec is somehow involved in this DNA manipulation. This could get really ugly, Biotec is a powerful company,” Wyatt said.
“Let me scout it out, get a feel for their plan, then we can decide who we need to send.”
“I’ll give you twenty-four hours, no more,” Wyatt said.
“I need more time, Wyatt.”
“Commander Farraday, twenty-four hours. I’ll have Jack send all the details of the meeting place to your email. I’ll expect your call.”
“Yes sir, Captain.” Before he could finish Tristan heard a click on the other end and the line went dead. It was great to work with his brother most of the time, unless he pulled rank, and then he was pretty much screwed. Even so, he did get a lot of leeway and used it to his greatest advantage.
Up ahead he saw the Prevost exit at a rest stop. He entered the other side of the rest stop, hoping to stretch his legs, grab some lunch, and keep an eye on the girls. He figured it would take them a while to walk all the dogs. What he did have to be careful of was staying downwind of the Dobermans. Now that they knew his scent he didn’t want them alerting to him and signaling the girls.
Tristan sat in the passenger seat of his Porsche with his legs stretched out the door intently watching the Prevost at the far end of the rest stop. He leisurely ate his lunch as Payton and Victory took their time walking each of their dobes, giving them water and what looked like some kind of a treat.
“Wow man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Porsche 911 Turbo with all the bells and whistles, it’s cherry, man.”
Tristan turned to see two guys staring at his Porsche.
“Thanks.”
“I bet it can really fly.”
“Sure can, it gets me where I want to go.”
“Come on guys, stop bothering the poor man,” said a girl as she came out of the restroom.
Tristan turned back to check on the girls and noticed Victory scanning the area.
“I’ll be damned,” he mumbled to himself. He slid down in the front seat of his Porsche in case her gaze came his way.
Fifteen minutes later they were headed down the road and Tristan was calling the office.
“SOCOM, Logan.”
“Hey, it’s Tristan.”
“You must really miss me.”
“You’re a comedian. I think we have another little twist; can I talk to
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