“I’m just doing what I’m paid to do—make sure the pregnant lunatics don’t get hurt.”
The second he said it, Jinx and Eve foot swept him, and he landed on top of the mercenary on the floor.
“HEY!”he said. “That wasn’t nice!”
They both ignored him.
“I hate when I don’t get to punch him like Jagger does,” Maura admitted, ignoring the big man on the floor. “Chicken shit,” she muttered.
Jagger just sighed.
“I know I keep saying this,” he began, “but this pregnancy is likely what kills me,” he added.
His wife laughed.
He did say that a lot.
When Zayn got off of the one Mercenary, who was going to be feeling that body slam for his very short future, they grabbed them both.
“Get them into chairs,” Maura said. “We have to figure out what the bloody fuck is going on here. They know something about what’s going down, so we’ll extract what we can.”
They dropped them into chairs, and checked out the competition.
It wasn’t much.
“We have that picture,” Jinx said, getting it out of Zayn’s bag. Two of the names on there match,” she said. “One is Trent, and one is Willy,” she said, showing them. “They likely served with the platoon.”
And were onBlackStone’s payroll.
“Well, good to know,” Jagger said. “They are sorry excuses for soldiers,” he added.
Yes.
They.
Were.
They killed their brothers-in-arms, and that made them nothing more than cowards. They were more than happy to take out this trash.
This crime scene would be getting more bodies.
Oops.
Hopefully, Elizabeth handled Thomas Bernard because this wouldn’t look like a drive-by anytime soon.
“Wake them up,” Maura said, not worried if they saw her. They wouldn’t be reporting in.
That was for damn sure.
Jinx and Eve did just that, slapping the shit out of both of them until they woke up.
When they did, Maura got down to business.
“Hey, princesses. Welcome to the party,” she said. “We’re Marines, and well, you’re in some shit.”
Both men didn’t look thrilled.
Well, at least they could read a room.
