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said.
    Alexa pressed the forward button on her media player. A day of illegitimate deals sped by in less than a minute. Lobera was a busy man.
    “You've met them all?” Laiveaux asked.  
    Alexa slipped out of her dress and pulled on a pair of jeans, bouncing on one leg to keep her balance. She moved the phone to the other ear.
    “Only Lobera and Sharkie. Malan I don't know,” she answered.
    “Well they clearly implicate themselves in the footage. Did you take the bills’ serial numbers?” he asked.
    “Exactly as you told me to, General. I will send the photocopies through to you today,” she said, threading on a leather belt.
    “Thank you, Alexa. The French government is gravely concerned about the smuggling situation.”
    Alexa smeared on some lip gloss and fumbled in her chest of drawers for her dive watch. “What happens next?"  
    “We identify everyone involved and take action. Leave it to me. We're receiving new intel every day, we'll monitor them for a week or two and then deal with the guilty parties,” Laiveaux answered.
    Alexa strapped on the watch. “Arrest them?"  
    “What do you think, my girl?”  
    “I didn't think so.”
    “How is Bruce, by the way? I haven't heard from him for more than a week,” Laiveaux said.
    “In his element, General.”
    “In the bush?”
    “Yes, General. Dealing with Perreira's cronies. Apparently he's been having a swell time,” Alexa said, biting her lip. “Any news on the container, General?”  
    “No, Captain. They are still in coastal waters. But we'll get them, don't you worry.”
    “Anything else, General?” she asked.  
    The man hesitated. ”No, Captain. You be careful. Send my regards to Bruce.”
    “ Au revoir, Général .” Alexa disconnected the call. She punched Bruce's number into her phone. The call was redirected to a voice message.
    “Dad, call me, I'm worried. Please be careful.”
    She disconnected the call. “Phone me, dammit,” she whispered to the phone. He would phone; he always did. She nodded resolutely then grabbed her dive bag and slammed the door behind her as she left.

Washington, D.C.

    Senator Robert Metcalfe studied the man seated opposite him. He leaned forward and tossed a transparent folder across the desk towards him.
    “Here is all the data I could gather on them. Bryden goes way back. Mossad, tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. He is a killer.” Metcalfe steepled his fingers in front of him. “Allen you know.”  
    Roebuck nodded. “And the girl?” he asked, looking up from the papers.
    “Guerra has come up empty. We’re guessing she's probably Allen's floozy, the eye candy his type usually attracts.” He jotted a note on a notepad. “But we’ll run a trace on her to make sure.”  
    Colonel Daniel Roebuck opened the folder and shook out the contents. He scanned through the photos and briefly read the bios. “What is this?” he asked, holding up a silver USB memory stick.
    Metcalfe smiled. “Everything in an electronic format. We're moving with the times, Colonel.”
    Roebuck rolled his eyes and arranged the paperwork in a neat pile then put it in a leather folder. He slipped the memory stick into his breast pocket. “When do I leave?”
    “Tonight. I've commissioned my personal jet. You'll be there by tomorrow afternoon.” Metcalfe leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. “Perreira’s waiting for you with a dozen additional men.”
    “I won't need them,” Roebuck answered. “I work better on my own."
    Metcalfe lifted his shoulders. “Whatever suits you. Just get the job done. Funds have been wired to your private account.”
    Roebuck stood up. “I’ll be in contact.”
    Metcalfe slid out of his chair and stuck out a hand. “Good luck, Roebuck. This is important to me. You wash my back, I wash yours.”
    Roebuck nodded and gave Metcalfe a firm shake. He turned around and exited the office.  
    Metcalfe pressed a button on his intercom. “Sandy, get Perreira on the