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here.”
Mack and Charlie locked eyes.
“It’s got to be a memory stick, or a card of some sort,” Charlie said.
“Go,” Mack ordered.
Charlie and Willy maneuvered around the group to get to the backroom. They knocked over the boxes and began searching.
“What are they doing? They’ll break something. My white tea leaves are very fragile.” Mr. Lee followed after them. “ Gau ! You are looking in the wrong place. There!” He pointed to a large vat of drying leaves. “Be careful.”
Charlie recognized some Cantonese words. Did the old guy just call him a dumbass? He shoved his hand in the vat and felt around.
“Got it!” Gau , huh? He was right—it was a memory stick.
Mack carefully put the memory stick in his pocket. “We aren’t waiting around. When the triad realizes Amber doesn’t have this, they’ll kill her. How do we find them?”
Mr. Lee shrugged. “If it were me, I’d look for the biggest yacht in Victoria Harbour. It should be easy to find. It will be marked with a red dragon symbol encircled in red and full of bad guys—little dicks with big weapons.”
Ty patted Mr. Lee’s shoulder. “I’ll have my Granny send you a postcard.”
Jenna kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Mr. Lee. I know you did your best to protect Amber.”
“ Jūk néih hóuwahn . Good luck. You are going to need it.”
CHAPTER FIVE
D ressed in black and pretending to be a Chinese fisherman, Jenna hunched down in a Chinese wooden boat called a junk and looked through the binoculars. Ty drove the junk slowly in Victoria Harbour.Mr. Lee was right. The yacht with the red dragon was easy to spot. It was the biggest one out there.
Charlie zipped up his wetsuit as he studied the computer LST. “Confirmation. Several armed hostiles.” Through his microphone he listened to the bastards interrogate a woman. “One hostage.”
Mack was ready. “Willy, Tavon, and Charlie with me. Be ready to get us out of here, Ty.”
Ty saluted and moved the junk closer to the behemoth yacht.
“Be safe.” Jenna grabbed Mack by his wetsuit and planted a kiss on him that Charlie swore he felt. At least he felt the punch of heat to his groin. For a fleeting moment, Charlie wished he had a girl to kiss him good-bye. He eased into the dark water. Show time.
He was the best swimmer of the group with Willy being a close second. The two of them grew up surfing the Pacific in California. Mack was pretty good in the water, but Tavon was about as far from good as a SEAL could get. Instead of smooth clean strokes, the massive man fought the water in a constant battle to keep from sinking. It was amazing Tavon had passed BUD/s. Rumor had it Mack helped, but Charlie never asked. Luckily, they didn’t need to swim on the surface. Diving deep, Tavon was almost good. Almost.
Willy, on the other hand, was in his element. Explosives and diving were the two things he loved more than women. He was the best breacher in the Navy. Waving them off, Willy went in alone and planted his explosives on yacht’s underbelly. Charlie and the others dove deeper to the opposite side of the yacht.
Willy came up beside them and held up his gloved hand. One, two, three .
Amber was going to die.
One of the creeps who’d dragged her from Mr. Lee’s shop barked at her in Cantonese, “Where did you hide the data?”
She was inside a yacht, tied to a chair, scared out of her mind and feigning ignorance. “I don’t understand! I am American.” She yelled in English. “What do you want from me?”
Another man stepped forward. He had a red dragon tattoo peeking out of his tank shirt that spread across his arms. He slapped her across the face. The slap resonated in the cabin and rang her ears. Her eyes dripped tears.
“Where is it?” The first man bent over until they were eye-to-eye. Was this the leader? King Prick of the 14K?
Amber blinked. “What? I don’t know what you are talking about. You have the wrong—”
Slap. The other
Mack and Charlie locked eyes.
“It’s got to be a memory stick, or a card of some sort,” Charlie said.
“Go,” Mack ordered.
Charlie and Willy maneuvered around the group to get to the backroom. They knocked over the boxes and began searching.
“What are they doing? They’ll break something. My white tea leaves are very fragile.” Mr. Lee followed after them. “ Gau ! You are looking in the wrong place. There!” He pointed to a large vat of drying leaves. “Be careful.”
Charlie recognized some Cantonese words. Did the old guy just call him a dumbass? He shoved his hand in the vat and felt around.
“Got it!” Gau , huh? He was right—it was a memory stick.
Mack carefully put the memory stick in his pocket. “We aren’t waiting around. When the triad realizes Amber doesn’t have this, they’ll kill her. How do we find them?”
Mr. Lee shrugged. “If it were me, I’d look for the biggest yacht in Victoria Harbour. It should be easy to find. It will be marked with a red dragon symbol encircled in red and full of bad guys—little dicks with big weapons.”
Ty patted Mr. Lee’s shoulder. “I’ll have my Granny send you a postcard.”
Jenna kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Mr. Lee. I know you did your best to protect Amber.”
“ Jūk néih hóuwahn . Good luck. You are going to need it.”
CHAPTER FIVE
D ressed in black and pretending to be a Chinese fisherman, Jenna hunched down in a Chinese wooden boat called a junk and looked through the binoculars. Ty drove the junk slowly in Victoria Harbour.Mr. Lee was right. The yacht with the red dragon was easy to spot. It was the biggest one out there.
Charlie zipped up his wetsuit as he studied the computer LST. “Confirmation. Several armed hostiles.” Through his microphone he listened to the bastards interrogate a woman. “One hostage.”
Mack was ready. “Willy, Tavon, and Charlie with me. Be ready to get us out of here, Ty.”
Ty saluted and moved the junk closer to the behemoth yacht.
“Be safe.” Jenna grabbed Mack by his wetsuit and planted a kiss on him that Charlie swore he felt. At least he felt the punch of heat to his groin. For a fleeting moment, Charlie wished he had a girl to kiss him good-bye. He eased into the dark water. Show time.
He was the best swimmer of the group with Willy being a close second. The two of them grew up surfing the Pacific in California. Mack was pretty good in the water, but Tavon was about as far from good as a SEAL could get. Instead of smooth clean strokes, the massive man fought the water in a constant battle to keep from sinking. It was amazing Tavon had passed BUD/s. Rumor had it Mack helped, but Charlie never asked. Luckily, they didn’t need to swim on the surface. Diving deep, Tavon was almost good. Almost.
Willy, on the other hand, was in his element. Explosives and diving were the two things he loved more than women. He was the best breacher in the Navy. Waving them off, Willy went in alone and planted his explosives on yacht’s underbelly. Charlie and the others dove deeper to the opposite side of the yacht.
Willy came up beside them and held up his gloved hand. One, two, three .
Amber was going to die.
One of the creeps who’d dragged her from Mr. Lee’s shop barked at her in Cantonese, “Where did you hide the data?”
She was inside a yacht, tied to a chair, scared out of her mind and feigning ignorance. “I don’t understand! I am American.” She yelled in English. “What do you want from me?”
Another man stepped forward. He had a red dragon tattoo peeking out of his tank shirt that spread across his arms. He slapped her across the face. The slap resonated in the cabin and rang her ears. Her eyes dripped tears.
“Where is it?” The first man bent over until they were eye-to-eye. Was this the leader? King Prick of the 14K?
Amber blinked. “What? I don’t know what you are talking about. You have the wrong—”
Slap. The other
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