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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Epilogue
  50. You may also like
  51. About the Author

Together the two of them rolled Stanley and the blocks off the back of the boat. Just as he fell into the water, the brunette saw Stanley's eyes snap open for the last time.

The two assassins stayed kneeling by the back of the boat until the last of the air bubbles had surfaced. The brunette slowly got to her feet and removed a dark green fanny pack from around her waist. Ensuring it was zipped tight, she threw it into the water. The weight of the .22 automatic and the silencer was enough to quickly sink the fanny pack, taking with them the rag, the three spent shell casings, a 3cc syringe and the key which belonged to the padlock of a self-storage unit.

Chapter Nineteen

DAY 926

The helicopter flew north, following the Colorado River. Cowan and Travers sat in the back, enjoying the view. The aircraft made a sharp turn to the right and continued for almost another mile before it made a gentle descent at the base of a massive mountain, coming to rest on a dirt landing pad. All visibility was briefly lost when the rotor blade kicked up a massive dust cloud.

An army Lieutenant driving a Humvee met them. “Sir, Ma'am, I'm Lieutenant Parker. General Fitch asked that I meet you and give you a ride,” the short Hispanic officer said.

The Lieutenant took their bags and loaded them in the Humvee. After Cowan and Travers climbed aboard, Parker glanced back at them and asked. “Is this your first time here?”

Cowan and Travers both answered, confirming it was their first visit.

“Well I don't know how much you know about the place, but I'll tell you what I can on the way up,” Parker offered.

As they approached the mountain, they saw an opening at the base.

“That helipad you came in on is temporary. The permanent pad will be on the other side of the mountain, it's under construction now.”

They were rapidly approaching the tunnel entrance. It was recessed into the base of the mountain, a good eighty feet in diameter and could be covered by a massive, blast resistant door, four feet thick. The door was currently open, and a huge dump truck was backed far down the tunnel. The far end of the tunnel was at least a half-mile away and that door was open as well. Even from this distance, it was clear the other end was a much wider opening.