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“Something’s not right with Fiona. And I mean…I think someone is after her. That security system. The way her house is laid out. The cameras. Her. I think…I think she’s hiding from something. And if we don’t pull back, if we don’t abort, it might cost Fiona more than her job.”
“She’s Fiona now?”
“She was always Fiona.”
“Yesterday you were calling her your mark , remember?” Ghost tilted his head to the side. “She’s a human to you now. I warned you.”
“Can you stop the spyware?”
“Can I stop the spyware, stop the transmitter, get all the data, and figure out who your girlfriend is running from? No. Pick one.”
They had to stop the spyware before it spread too far. As it stood, someone else was already copying the company’s data—down to their electronic sticky notes and trash bins. There was no reason to collect it if it’d already been done. Especially if Fiona was going to get caught up in everything.
Marco was pretty certain whoever she was on the run from was also after the NueEnergy data. Two birds, one stone. It was the only reason the cameras made sense. He didn’t know how it all fit together, but it had to.
Find where the transmitter was sending its info, and they’d find the person after Fiona.
Problem solved.
“Work on the transmitter, and then stop the spyware. You good?” Marco eyed Ghost.
He didn’t know what the man’s real name was, or even if he had one. What Marco knew about Ghost could be written on a page with room to spare.
“You mean am I going to have a psychological break from reality and go on a killing spree? No, man. My screws are in tight.” Ghost sat down at the computer with his back to Marco. A first.
Either Ghost was learning to trust him or choosing to pretend he did.
“Just checking,” Marco muttered.
They’d met when Marco was still a SEAL. For three hellish months, he and three other SEALs had been assigned a mission they could not speak of. The paperwork alone could fill a filing cabinet. Marco’s job, besides holding a gun and shooting at bad guys, was to administer first aid to Ghost when needed. What the man had walked through would have killed Marco. Ghost was a living, breathing weapon. A true Jason Bourne-like soldier.
Except Ghost was real. And now he’d been cut loose. Marco wasn’t certain, but he doubted Ghost allowed many people close, much less in the same room as him.
“Are you going to stand there and watch me work, or are you going to go do something?” Ghost laid out several tools alongside the transmitter.
“Oh, hey, did you think about that gig I told you about?”
“Some friend’s sister lost in India a couple years ago? Would you like me to drop everything and go look into that for you?”
“Man, fuck you.”
“I’m kind of working here.”
“Fine.”
“I did look her up. If she’s still alive, she probably doesn’t want to be.”
Marco’s stomach churned. Those words spoken by men like them…the average person didn’t know hell. But Marco had seen it in Ghost’s wake.
“I figured, but I said I’d ask.” Marco swallowed and turned toward the door.
“Don’t come back here, Marco. I might not remember you’re a friend.”
He glanced over his shoulder at Ghost bent over the desk.
The rules were different with Ghost. Marco wondered at times if the guy had been designed, down to his average-Joe looks. It was easy to look at him and see a regular dude. But Ghost wasn’t normal. He bled, he pissed, and he ate like a man, but something about him wasn’t right.
“You got me?” Ghost said.
“Loud and clear. We’ll be gone in an hour.”
Marco let himself out of the apartment, locked the door, and drew his first easy breath.
Working with Ghost was a necessary evil. Marco didn’t know what the guy’s deal was or why he wasn’t still leashed by the government, and he didn’t want to find out.
He took the stairs two at a time down to the alley and back to
“Something’s not right with Fiona. And I mean…I think someone is after her. That security system. The way her house is laid out. The cameras. Her. I think…I think she’s hiding from something. And if we don’t pull back, if we don’t abort, it might cost Fiona more than her job.”
“She’s Fiona now?”
“She was always Fiona.”
“Yesterday you were calling her your mark , remember?” Ghost tilted his head to the side. “She’s a human to you now. I warned you.”
“Can you stop the spyware?”
“Can I stop the spyware, stop the transmitter, get all the data, and figure out who your girlfriend is running from? No. Pick one.”
They had to stop the spyware before it spread too far. As it stood, someone else was already copying the company’s data—down to their electronic sticky notes and trash bins. There was no reason to collect it if it’d already been done. Especially if Fiona was going to get caught up in everything.
Marco was pretty certain whoever she was on the run from was also after the NueEnergy data. Two birds, one stone. It was the only reason the cameras made sense. He didn’t know how it all fit together, but it had to.
Find where the transmitter was sending its info, and they’d find the person after Fiona.
Problem solved.
“Work on the transmitter, and then stop the spyware. You good?” Marco eyed Ghost.
He didn’t know what the man’s real name was, or even if he had one. What Marco knew about Ghost could be written on a page with room to spare.
“You mean am I going to have a psychological break from reality and go on a killing spree? No, man. My screws are in tight.” Ghost sat down at the computer with his back to Marco. A first.
Either Ghost was learning to trust him or choosing to pretend he did.
“Just checking,” Marco muttered.
They’d met when Marco was still a SEAL. For three hellish months, he and three other SEALs had been assigned a mission they could not speak of. The paperwork alone could fill a filing cabinet. Marco’s job, besides holding a gun and shooting at bad guys, was to administer first aid to Ghost when needed. What the man had walked through would have killed Marco. Ghost was a living, breathing weapon. A true Jason Bourne-like soldier.
Except Ghost was real. And now he’d been cut loose. Marco wasn’t certain, but he doubted Ghost allowed many people close, much less in the same room as him.
“Are you going to stand there and watch me work, or are you going to go do something?” Ghost laid out several tools alongside the transmitter.
“Oh, hey, did you think about that gig I told you about?”
“Some friend’s sister lost in India a couple years ago? Would you like me to drop everything and go look into that for you?”
“Man, fuck you.”
“I’m kind of working here.”
“Fine.”
“I did look her up. If she’s still alive, she probably doesn’t want to be.”
Marco’s stomach churned. Those words spoken by men like them…the average person didn’t know hell. But Marco had seen it in Ghost’s wake.
“I figured, but I said I’d ask.” Marco swallowed and turned toward the door.
“Don’t come back here, Marco. I might not remember you’re a friend.”
He glanced over his shoulder at Ghost bent over the desk.
The rules were different with Ghost. Marco wondered at times if the guy had been designed, down to his average-Joe looks. It was easy to look at him and see a regular dude. But Ghost wasn’t normal. He bled, he pissed, and he ate like a man, but something about him wasn’t right.
“You got me?” Ghost said.
“Loud and clear. We’ll be gone in an hour.”
Marco let himself out of the apartment, locked the door, and drew his first easy breath.
Working with Ghost was a necessary evil. Marco didn’t know what the guy’s deal was or why he wasn’t still leashed by the government, and he didn’t want to find out.
He took the stairs two at a time down to the alley and back to
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