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Conyers.
    Conyers pulled his Hekler & Koch from the vest under his jacket and charged it, then stuck the muzzle into Mara's tousled, black hair. "Don't move," Conyers warned her.
    "Oh God, Logan! What in the hell is this all about?" she cried, lifting her arms.
    Her shoulders, arms, chest shook from the nerves racing through her. Even her fingers trembled as she held her hands up to show Conyers she was not going to move. The undersides of her forearms were scabbed with dried blood. A twinge of fury seized Logan at the sight. She had been through hell already.
    "I'm sorry," Logan said to her.
    "I'll ask you again, where is the microchip?" Conyers asked. He seemed to no longer be concerned with whom Logan had been in contact with.
    Logan narrowed his eyes on the man. "Move the weapon away from her head and then I'll tell you."
    He was a damn fool to have thought he could go this alone, but as a spy, being alone was so ingrained in him that he didn’t know anything else anymore.
    He should have asked for help after Brazil.
    Now, it was save his country or save his ex-wife.
    Logan looked on Conyers, noting the three others in the room with them from the corner of his eye.
    But he wasn’t former Delta Force for nothing.
    Slowly, and with reluctance, Conyers disengaged the sidearm and removed it from Mara. He even pulled her to standing by the arm, but kept her at a short distance, reminding Logan she was, ultimately, under his control right now. At his will.
    "Okay, Logan. Now your turn."
    "I downloaded the chip to an injectable and destroyed the original, as you might have guessed. If you want what I have, you're going to have to cut off this tape and get a scalpel, ‘cause right now I'm sitting on it." He lifted a brow at Conyers, and the man's face fell at Logan's lie.
    A snarl ran up the side of Conyers's nose, and he reached beside him to grip the front of Mara's dress, thrusting her back toward the two men standing by the door. She screamed as she stumbled into one of the men, his hands coming down to yank her to her feet. When she reared back to slap him, he grabbed her arms behind her back to hold her in place.
    "This is bullshit!" Mara yelled. "Damn you, Logan."
    Her cutting stare reminded him of how he had deserted her, of everything left unspoken between them.
    It wasn’t fair that she was now paying the price for his mistake.
    Conyers motioned Taj to cut him loose.
    "Be quick about it," Conyers said. "And don’t let him get away from you."
    The haji started across the room, shaking his head. "He still too drugged up," Taj muttered as he reached for Logan. "He cannot do much."
    The tall, dark-skinned man sliced through the bindings on Logan's feet first and next freed his arms.
    Logan remained sitting, rubbing his wrists a moment as Taj put away his knife.
    He looked up at the man and gave him a smile. "Thanks, bud," Logan said, and came up out of the seat faster than Taj could dodge him. Logan grabbed the man by the face and slammed his forehead into Taj's nose, then threw the man into Conyers as Conyers was lifting his Hekler & Koch and knocked them both to the ground, the sidearm scattering across the floor under a shelf. Logan turned and took the chair he had been restrained to, lifting it to slam into both men.
    Taj gained his feet first, and Logan gave him a punch that sent him sprawling back into the metal cart he'd put the battery on. The clatter of metal hitting the stone floor filled the small room. Taj was out cold and didn’t move, but Conyers scrambled to stand and Logan kicked him in the face and then stepped over him, coming at the two men with Mara.
    Both looked ready to shit themselves.
    Mara screamed as one pulled her to the side and the other ran at Logan. Logan stooped under the man, lifted him up, and tossed him across the room into a wall. The man slid limply to the floor.
    The last haji let go of Mara, and Logan only had to reach out and catch him by the throat as he darted toward the door.