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Authors: Madeleine Urban, Abigail Roux
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organizations,” Knight told them with a hint of childish glee.
Ty shot him a dirty look, and Zane sat forward as he asked, “And if we run into one of those other agencies—”
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McCoy cut him off loudly, calling their attention back to him.
“Your goal is to gather intel, understood? Do not attempt to apprehend, detain, capture, curtail, restrict, inhibit, or otherwise prevent the activities of any of the criminals. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Ty and Zane answered in unison, Ty not bothering to hide how unimpressed he was with the inventory.
“Porter has two partners: an Italian by the name of Lorenzo Bianchi and a Turk named Vartan Armen. Bianchi is the face of the ring, the only one who surfaces. He does the buying. Stolen antiquities, art, priceless relics, you name it.”
“Where"s this intel coming from?” Ty asked.
“Italy. They"ve had a bead on Bianchi for a few years now but no way to get a foot in the door. Everything about him on paper is legit.
That"s where Armen and Porter come in. Armen targets and handles acquisitions; Porter arranges transport and storage. There is absolutely no information in the wind about Armen. We don"t even have a picture of him. Yet.”
Ty lifted the camera glasses and cheekily saluted his boss with them.
“How"d you catch up to Porter?” Zane asked curiously.
“Traffic violation,” McCoy said with a pleased smirk.
“And you"re damn sure these men have never met in person?” Ty demanded.
“Sure enough to risk your lives on it,” McCoy assured them.
“Each man has a carefully planned itinerary meant to coincide at intervals with the others". That"s how they plan to do their communicating. Or so we understand.”
“So we have to stick to these like glue,” Ty concluded as he waved the file in his hand.
“Yes. Your objectives are simple. Get pictures of Vartan Armen.
Glean as much information as you can about their operations. And don"t get killed.”
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ZANE stood at the foot of the circular California king with its fancy linen and coverlet, hands on his hips, looking down at the three open suitcases: one his, two Ty"s. Correction: One Corbin"s, two Del"s.
There were already clothes hanging in the closet that had arrived in garment bags. He wrinkled his nose and looked down at all the stuff and shook his head.
They"d been greeted by a note from the maid on the foot of their bed, telling them the room had been cleaned by Stella and they could be assured there were no bugs in it. Apparently someone on their team was posing as a maid and had swept the room for electronic listening devices. It gave them a little freedom, anyway, and considering the entire ship was closed-circuit recorded, they"d take what small amount of privacy they could get.
Ty stood not far away, beyond the partitions that divided the lavishly decorated Owner"s Suite into bedroom and living areas, contemplating their surroundings. Their suite was one of only six like it on the entire ship, with over five hundred square feet of space. It had to have cost the Porters a pretty penny.
It was also completely decked out for the holidays. A miniature Christmas tree stood in one corner near the balcony doors, and a fruit basket of festive treats sat on the dresser opposite the bed. The entire ship was decorated in similar fashion. Much of the crew wore red Santa hats and ridiculous smiles. Christmas trees in pots and sprigs of mistletoe and white twinkle lights bedecked every area of the ship.
Zane had been sort of shocked to find that Ty loved the holiday theme. He"d complained all morning about missing Christmas with his family, but he"d been distracted by the luxurious appointments they"d found when they entered the cabin.
“Well, it"s better than the berth on the last cruise I took,” Ty told Zane with a slight smirk as he turned to face him.
Zane chuckled. “Bunks aboard an LST?” he joked.
“We had to share, sleep in
Ty shot him a dirty look, and Zane sat forward as he asked, “And if we run into one of those other agencies—”
48 | Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux
McCoy cut him off loudly, calling their attention back to him.
“Your goal is to gather intel, understood? Do not attempt to apprehend, detain, capture, curtail, restrict, inhibit, or otherwise prevent the activities of any of the criminals. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Ty and Zane answered in unison, Ty not bothering to hide how unimpressed he was with the inventory.
“Porter has two partners: an Italian by the name of Lorenzo Bianchi and a Turk named Vartan Armen. Bianchi is the face of the ring, the only one who surfaces. He does the buying. Stolen antiquities, art, priceless relics, you name it.”
“Where"s this intel coming from?” Ty asked.
“Italy. They"ve had a bead on Bianchi for a few years now but no way to get a foot in the door. Everything about him on paper is legit.
That"s where Armen and Porter come in. Armen targets and handles acquisitions; Porter arranges transport and storage. There is absolutely no information in the wind about Armen. We don"t even have a picture of him. Yet.”
Ty lifted the camera glasses and cheekily saluted his boss with them.
“How"d you catch up to Porter?” Zane asked curiously.
“Traffic violation,” McCoy said with a pleased smirk.
“And you"re damn sure these men have never met in person?” Ty demanded.
“Sure enough to risk your lives on it,” McCoy assured them.
“Each man has a carefully planned itinerary meant to coincide at intervals with the others". That"s how they plan to do their communicating. Or so we understand.”
“So we have to stick to these like glue,” Ty concluded as he waved the file in his hand.
“Yes. Your objectives are simple. Get pictures of Vartan Armen.
Glean as much information as you can about their operations. And don"t get killed.”
Fish & Chips | 49
ZANE stood at the foot of the circular California king with its fancy linen and coverlet, hands on his hips, looking down at the three open suitcases: one his, two Ty"s. Correction: One Corbin"s, two Del"s.
There were already clothes hanging in the closet that had arrived in garment bags. He wrinkled his nose and looked down at all the stuff and shook his head.
They"d been greeted by a note from the maid on the foot of their bed, telling them the room had been cleaned by Stella and they could be assured there were no bugs in it. Apparently someone on their team was posing as a maid and had swept the room for electronic listening devices. It gave them a little freedom, anyway, and considering the entire ship was closed-circuit recorded, they"d take what small amount of privacy they could get.
Ty stood not far away, beyond the partitions that divided the lavishly decorated Owner"s Suite into bedroom and living areas, contemplating their surroundings. Their suite was one of only six like it on the entire ship, with over five hundred square feet of space. It had to have cost the Porters a pretty penny.
It was also completely decked out for the holidays. A miniature Christmas tree stood in one corner near the balcony doors, and a fruit basket of festive treats sat on the dresser opposite the bed. The entire ship was decorated in similar fashion. Much of the crew wore red Santa hats and ridiculous smiles. Christmas trees in pots and sprigs of mistletoe and white twinkle lights bedecked every area of the ship.
Zane had been sort of shocked to find that Ty loved the holiday theme. He"d complained all morning about missing Christmas with his family, but he"d been distracted by the luxurious appointments they"d found when they entered the cabin.
“Well, it"s better than the berth on the last cruise I took,” Ty told Zane with a slight smirk as he turned to face him.
Zane chuckled. “Bunks aboard an LST?” he joked.
“We had to share, sleep in
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