American Terrorist (The Rayna Tan Action Thrillers Book 1) by Wesley Robert Lowe Read Free Book Online Page A

don’t worry about me. I am very happily married.” Barry smiled. “Besides, Diana would cut off my balls if I so much as looked at another woman.”
    The thought of matronly but exceptionally well-preserved Diana wielding an ax at Barry’s private parts was the only thing that had made Rayna smile that morning.
    “Are any of them... in the field... like me?”
    “Nope. Too narcissistic to care about the greater good. If they were, they’d be lousy at what I want them to do. Now you’ve met one side of Fidelitas. Time to meet the other side.”

    ***

    Rayna and Barry descended to the parking level. The elevator opened to reveal a brand new fire engine red Ferrari convertible. Barry tossed her the remote. “Signing bonus. Not bad for a first car and brand new driver.”
    Oh, to be young, sexy and driving one hot car! As they took a slow drive from downtown to the freeway, it seemed as if everyone who glanced in their direction did a double take. Obviously, the first look was at the car. The second look fixated on either the driver or passenger or both. Their thoughts no doubt ranged from envy to murder to fantasy. Envy for the quarter-million-dollar car, or for the old man passenger who was obviously a sugar daddy. Fantasy to be able to drive the car or its driver. Murder of the girl by women accompanying boyfriends, lovers or spouses who gawked at the hot Asian babe behind the wheel.
    As Rayna hit the highway, she was hit with an overwhelming desire to unleash the power hidden beneath the car’s hood. “This car got any special James Bond features like a cloaking invisibility feature?” she grinned, glancing over at him.
    “Only in the movies, Rayna, but...” Barry read the gauge on one of the numerous gadgets and tapped it with his finger. “Long range radar detector. No cops for seven miles.”
    Three seconds later, the noiseless scarlet thoroughbred was at a hundred and twenty and climbing. Suddenly, in the rearview mirror, there was a state patrol vehicle gaining on them with siren blaring and light bars flashing.  
    Rayna pushed the brake to slow down. “Did you buy the radar detector off eBay? If so, you’re not getting your money back.”
    Barry turned his head to get a better view. “Gun it. Now!”
    Rayna’s military mindset kicked in. While a civilian’s natural instinct would be to ask “why?” in a situation like this, especially when being ordered by a state patrolman to pull over, a soldier never ever questioned commands from the team leader.
    The Ferrari jack-rabbited just as the state enforcement vehicle pulled behind. A second later, a shot rang out, just missing Barry, who ducked below the windshield. He reached for yet another gadget and turned it on. “Zig and zag. Don’t let them get a clear shot!”
    The brand new driver got her first test by fire. The sleek red missile wove in and out between cars, speeding up, slowing down. On two hundred yards of straightaway, she hit a hundred and sixty miles per hour.
    The driver in the patrol car was no slouch, matching Rayna in wits, recklessness and skill. Not so the sniper. Obviously not used to hunting in an erratic, jerking high-speed vehicle, his shots were random and far off the mark. But it only took one shot to change everything.
    Thank God it was a shot from the Ferrari that effected the metamorphosis. Barry, his revolver in ready position, waited for a critical fractional moment of stability to release fire.
    Bullseye. A shot pierced the windshield of the Ferrari’s predator and entered the nose of the driver. Blood splattered the glass and the car caromed into the guardrail with a fireball explosion.
    “Turn back, Rayna.”
    Rayna obediently turned around and headed back to the flaming wreckage.  
    Barry leapt out and took a quick look at the victims—Japanese. “Head back to the office, Rayna.”

    ***

      “Excuse me. I need to use the washroom, Ahi-san. Too much Hibiki.”  
    “Japanese whiskey too strong for you,