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cheek got it, even harder than the first. Stars filled the room. Amber wiggled her jaw. Not broken, yet.
“Tell me where the data is,” the man growled. “And I will make your death swift.”
Fast or slow, it didn’t matter. They’d have to kill her. She wasn’t giving these bastards national security data. They’d kill Americans with those weapons—families, women and innocent children. She could be strong until they killed her. She had to do this so no one else got hurt.
Tossing her hair out of her eyes, she glared. “Go to hell.”
A guy in the corner stepped forward. He had a dragon tattoo on his neck. He also had a pistol aimed at her head.
“Not her head, gau. How ’ ll she talk with her brains all over the cabin?” Prick said in Cantonese.
Amber shuddered.
“Shoot her kneecaps first. One and then the other.”
The muzzle was pushed against her left knee. “Tell us where you hid the data.”
“Please. I don’t know what you're talking about! Don’t hurt me.” She squeezed her eyes shut.
An explosion went off. It took a second to realize she hadn't been shot. She opened her eyes to surprised faces in the room.
“What in the hell was that?” Prick yelled. “Go!” He shoved dragon-neck guy out the door. “Find out.”
Footsteps pounded outside the cabin. “Yang! Something has happened.”
“No shit! Find out what it was,” Prick, who apparently was named Yang, demanded.
Two more explosions followed the first. The yacht lurched forward violently. The men stumbled. Yang was knocked to his knees. Amber was thrown forward, but the ropes held her to the chair.
“We’re under attack!” Yang proclaimed, grabbing the other man’s leg and pulling himself up to standing. “Get the lifeboats ready.”
“What about the girl?”
Yang cast one quick glance toward her. “See what’s going on out there. We’ll take her with us.”
The blast rocked through the water. Willy cheered and did his famous “Got you suckers!” underwater dance. Charlie gave him a thumbs-up and they all swam closer to the yacht.
Three large holes in the hull were sucking water out of the harbor. The behemoth would be resting on the bottom within the hour. There was no time to waste. Mack took the lead. They surfaced and studied the chaos on the already listing ship. Men raced out of cabins and scrambled on deck like incensed fire ants. Yelling, they cinched up their vests. Two lifeboats splashed into the water and men fought each other to get aboard. No woman in sight.
“One, two, three, execute,” Mack whispered.
Away from the lifeboats, the team climbed the ropes and silently landed on deck. Their weapons were ready, fingers on the triggers. Charlie motioned to a door. The last time he’d heard her voice through his microphone it had come from this quadrant. He hoped to God she was still alive.
One dude with dragon tats on his chest and neck opened a door and ran straight for them. Bad mistake.
“Keep cool, man, we don’t want to hurt you—“ Mack began.
The hostile was the mother of all dumb shits. He opened his mouth to alert his buddies that SEALs were aboard. Mack took him out before his vocal cords twitched. One down.
Charlie silently followed Mack inside the hall.
Amber’s chair started to slide. The yacht was listing. After all she’d been through, this was how it was going to end? She couldn’t believe the bastards left her like this! They said they were coming back to get her, but clearly, they changed their minds. She was alone. She struggled to wiggle free, but her feet and arms were bound too tight. The ropes wouldn’t budge. Damn the 14K. Drowning? That was not on her list of the potential last seconds of her twenty-four years. Sky diving or speeding motorcycle accidents were always top on the list. Added today was being shot by a Chinese triad while protecting the United States. But sinking to the bottom of Victoria Harbour? That was not going to happen.
She
“Tell me where the data is,” the man growled. “And I will make your death swift.”
Fast or slow, it didn’t matter. They’d have to kill her. She wasn’t giving these bastards national security data. They’d kill Americans with those weapons—families, women and innocent children. She could be strong until they killed her. She had to do this so no one else got hurt.
Tossing her hair out of her eyes, she glared. “Go to hell.”
A guy in the corner stepped forward. He had a dragon tattoo on his neck. He also had a pistol aimed at her head.
“Not her head, gau. How ’ ll she talk with her brains all over the cabin?” Prick said in Cantonese.
Amber shuddered.
“Shoot her kneecaps first. One and then the other.”
The muzzle was pushed against her left knee. “Tell us where you hid the data.”
“Please. I don’t know what you're talking about! Don’t hurt me.” She squeezed her eyes shut.
An explosion went off. It took a second to realize she hadn't been shot. She opened her eyes to surprised faces in the room.
“What in the hell was that?” Prick yelled. “Go!” He shoved dragon-neck guy out the door. “Find out.”
Footsteps pounded outside the cabin. “Yang! Something has happened.”
“No shit! Find out what it was,” Prick, who apparently was named Yang, demanded.
Two more explosions followed the first. The yacht lurched forward violently. The men stumbled. Yang was knocked to his knees. Amber was thrown forward, but the ropes held her to the chair.
“We’re under attack!” Yang proclaimed, grabbing the other man’s leg and pulling himself up to standing. “Get the lifeboats ready.”
“What about the girl?”
Yang cast one quick glance toward her. “See what’s going on out there. We’ll take her with us.”
The blast rocked through the water. Willy cheered and did his famous “Got you suckers!” underwater dance. Charlie gave him a thumbs-up and they all swam closer to the yacht.
Three large holes in the hull were sucking water out of the harbor. The behemoth would be resting on the bottom within the hour. There was no time to waste. Mack took the lead. They surfaced and studied the chaos on the already listing ship. Men raced out of cabins and scrambled on deck like incensed fire ants. Yelling, they cinched up their vests. Two lifeboats splashed into the water and men fought each other to get aboard. No woman in sight.
“One, two, three, execute,” Mack whispered.
Away from the lifeboats, the team climbed the ropes and silently landed on deck. Their weapons were ready, fingers on the triggers. Charlie motioned to a door. The last time he’d heard her voice through his microphone it had come from this quadrant. He hoped to God she was still alive.
One dude with dragon tats on his chest and neck opened a door and ran straight for them. Bad mistake.
“Keep cool, man, we don’t want to hurt you—“ Mack began.
The hostile was the mother of all dumb shits. He opened his mouth to alert his buddies that SEALs were aboard. Mack took him out before his vocal cords twitched. One down.
Charlie silently followed Mack inside the hall.
Amber’s chair started to slide. The yacht was listing. After all she’d been through, this was how it was going to end? She couldn’t believe the bastards left her like this! They said they were coming back to get her, but clearly, they changed their minds. She was alone. She struggled to wiggle free, but her feet and arms were bound too tight. The ropes wouldn’t budge. Damn the 14K. Drowning? That was not on her list of the potential last seconds of her twenty-four years. Sky diving or speeding motorcycle accidents were always top on the list. Added today was being shot by a Chinese triad while protecting the United States. But sinking to the bottom of Victoria Harbour? That was not going to happen.
She
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