to be terminated, no matter what the mission objectives were. That didnât mean they had to leave a trail of bodies across Fiji. The lower the loss of life, the better this would be.
âThese two are going to wake up,â Tasha said as she stepped between the bodies.
âLucky for you I brought some of these and gags.â Ward pulled a wad of zip ties out of his lower pants pocket. âYours, I believe.â
She fingered the plastic strips in his palm. âWeâre not killing them?â
âDo we need to?â He tensed as he waited for her response.
She held up a tie. âYouâre the one who said any idiot can break those.â
âNot the way I use them.â
She smiled. âIâll remember that.â
Chapter Five
F IFTEEN MINUTES LATER , they dragged the bodies into the heavy greenery and Ward started covering the marks left in the dirt. Tasha watched, trying to shake off the prickling sensation at the back of her neck.
On any other day, any other job, the mission objectives would trump and theyâd eliminate potential witnesses. She didnât see a reason to stray from that now. These two would wake up and cause trouble that far outweighed the potential of their bodies being found or what the combination of heat and animals would do to the corpses.
She stood there with the unused zip ties hanging from her fingers. âWe have a problem.â
âI can come up with six without even thinking about it very hard.â Without so much as breaking a sweat, Ward covered every footstep. Removed any sign humans once waited there.
Impressive work but not good enough. The stakes were too high. âWe canât leave them alive.â
He nodded but didnât take out his gun or do anything to suggest he agreed. âWe need to watch the area from a distance so we can track movements in and out, count guards. Those sorts of things.â
She agreed with the plans and highlighted one of the âto doâ items on the list. âWe have to relocate.â
âYou mean move?â
She wasnât in the mood for a word debate. âI have a car. We need to pick it up on the way out.â
âCar as in the truck?â He shook his head. âIf so, it sounds like they found it, which means they know what it looks like, and wherever we take it weâll be tracked. Hell, with the number of people on this island, they could already know itâs yours.â
He assumed she would be dumb enough to use her own vehicle on this job. Typical. The guy needed a little work on his how-to-play-nice-with-others skills. âWrong. Tasha the bartender hasnât done anything wrong and doesnât drive an SUV.â
âSo, thereâs nothing in that vehicle that will get your ass arrested or shot?â He leaned in closer. âIf youâre as competent as I think you are, youâve got weapons stored in there.â
That show of faith in her skills sounded better. Not great, but better than some of the men she got paired with. âMy bum is fine.â
He frowned. âWhat?â
The man got thrown off by simple words. Lethal and stumbling for a British dictionary. For some reason, that combination when mixed with the lean body and escape skills snagged her interest. âThe weapons are locked down.â
âThey will take a blowtorch to the truck, and you know it.â Ward pointed to the lifeless bodies next to her feet. âThese two are trained mercenaries. They were the scouting party. Can you imagine the skills on the experienced men in the group?â
Not a bad argument. She was willing to listen to more but held on to her veto. âSo, whatâs the plan?â
After a quick check of the direction from which the two armed men came, Ward stood in front of her again. âSecure and hide the bodies as fast as we can, double back to take a look at the truck from an elevated, safe distance, and then once we know who
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