Barbara informed the men.
Robert turned back to Mason. “I took the liberty of packing your necessary items on the off chance you would agree to take the mission. They are in the limo.” Robert handed him an envelope containing a photo of the Del Torres brothers, maps, and satellite recon photos of the villa compound. “Sorry I don’t have more for you,” he said apologetically.
“It is a start and better than nothing. My gear?” Mason asked taking the packet from Robert and opening it.
“It will be waiting for you in Panama.”
“Do we have a contact on the inside,” Mason asked, already putting himself into mission-ready mode.
“According to Cullen, we have an agent inside Del Torres’s operation deep undercover. I cannot risk his position. Your contact, once in the country, will be a man by the name of Enrique Vasquez. His cover is working a guide for the resort.”
“One of ours?” Mason asked while looking at the photo of the agent and their contact. He would leave the photos behind. It was the safest thing to do. He did not want to risk them being found once they got to Panama. He passed them to Barbara to look over. It would be important for her to know both the faces of their enemies and their friends.
Robert shook his head. “No, but he will work with us.”
“By force or voluntary?” Mason understood sometimes compliance was gained by less than honorable measures.
“Carlos Del Torres killed his son’s wife and his three grandchildren.”
“I’d say pretty damn voluntary then.” Mason and Barbara both agreed.
Robert handed him another package, much smaller this time. “Your wedding rings,” he explained.
Mason handed Barbara her band just before slipping his on as well. It felt like a noose, and he had the urge to shake it off his finger. The added weight was constricting.
Robert noticed his reaction to the ring. “You will get accustomed to the feel of it soon enough,” he offered placing his hand on his shoulder. “I’ll make contact with you through Enrique once Josh and I have a chance to get some aerial reconnaissance photos and make the final plan of attack. It may be a few days. Until you hear from me, just enjoy yourselves. You are on your honeymoon.”
Teasing him, Robert smiled mischievously, gently squeezing and lightly rocking Mason’s shoulder.
Mason snorted.
“Mrs. McKinnon, after you.” Mason opened the office door to let her go out first. His mamma also taught him to let the lady go first. He saw no issue in following his mother’s directive as it always gave him an alternate view of the scenery. At least there will be some fringe benefits, he mused as he watched her hips softly swing as she walked in front of him to the private elevator. At least he would not have to have an ugly woman to claim as his wife. However, she was more than just pretty. She was alluring, provocative, and oozed sensuality. He could see where she would draw attention. Not necessarily a good thing in this instance. As to her clothes, well, he thought, she had better change in the limo into something less obvious. Upon closer inspection, he was not sure he wanted her out in public dressed quite so provocatively. There was only one type and kind of heterosexual male that he knew who would not want to have a taste of that luscious piece of dessert and that would be a dead man. He was not up to defending her honor, and he was sure there would be plenty of unwanted male attention. It actually disturbed him that a man could ogle her body. He remembered his initial reaction to her. He had wanted to strip her naked on the spot.
Um, Christ Almighty, he thought, mentally shaking his head. It would not be good if he had to kick some poor man’s ass for treating her inappropriately. He almost had. Better she change. He wondered if she had those ugly overalls handy. They were the perfect man repellent.
On a positive note, the current state of their relationship would put him into the
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