the bar there.”
“No, thank you. I don’t drink when I’m working.”
Ramon walked into the living room. Yury eyeballed him up and down. Ramon had on a blue button-up collared shirt, the front covered with pockets. He wore tan cargo pants and black tactical boots. His black hair was buzzed short. Not a speck of stubble could be seen on his face. He walked ten feet from Yury and stopped.
“Have a seat.” Yury nodded to another leather chair.
“I prefer to stand.”
Ramon grabbed his drink and took a sip. “Are you carrying?”
“I am.”
“Set the piece on the table and sit.” Yury pointed at the chair.
Ramon didn’t move.
Yury set his drink back down. His eyes went back to Ramon. “Did you hear what I asked?”
“I did.”
“Then why aren’t you doing it?”
Ramon said nothing.
“Do we have a problem here?” Yury stood and took the gun from his waistband. He let it hang against his leg. He stared at Ramon. “If you want to get paid, you’re going to do what I say. If not, we’re going to have a problem.” Yury motioned with the barrel of the gun to the chair.
Ramon scratched the side of his head and did as he was told.
Yury set his gun next to Ramon’s. “There. Now we are on the same page.” He grabbed the folder from the end table and held it out for Ramon.
Ramon took it.
“Look it over and make sure everything in there is correct.”
Ramon thumbed through the documents and identifications. He looked over the airline tickets and hotel information.
“So you will be there as well?” Ramon asked.
“In the background. You’ll report your movements and actions to me. You won’t see me, but I’ll be watching.”
“Um, okay.”
“I’ll get you two vehicles for transportation once we’re up there.”
Ramon nodded.
Yury walked to the kitchen and, from the counter top, grabbed a duffel bag he had prepared. He walked it back and handed it to Ramon. “Here are your phones and radios. They are all untraceable and will work with the cell-phone jammer turned on. Don’t use anything other than these. The numbers for the phones are programmed in. It will say “unavailable” on the screen when I call you. The one black phone in the bag is yours. Make sure no one else uses it.”
“Okay. Is that it?” Ramon asked.
“A few more things. Check into the hotel as soon as you get in. No one should use the hotel phone in the room. Make sure none of the hotel staff sees your men. Just be smart.”
“I got it.”
Ramon stood and walked toward the door. He grabbed the handle and turned it.
“Remember. Be smart,” Yury said.
Ramon stopped and talked over his shoulder. “We will. In, dead, out, and then get paid.”
“Don’t take this guy for a pushover. Keep your confidence in check.”
Ramon nodded and walked out.
Yury took his seat again, looking out the window. He heard a door open. A man walked from one of the back bedrooms out to Yury.
“He’s gone?” the man asked. He tied a white bathrobe around his large frame.
“Yeah. I just gave him all of their documentation.”
“Good. We should put something else in place as well.
“For?”
“I’m just not sold on this plan of hiring this out. Viktor wants this to stay away from us, but I don’t see how it’s really going to matter.”
“What are you thinking?”
“You’re still going up there to supervise, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“Have one or two of the guys locate Kane’s parents and hang on to them. We can always use them for bait if needed. Have it done before any shots are fired. I don’t want Kane to be able to warn them if these guys’ first attempt fails.”
“And if everything goes smooth? What do you want to do with the parents?”
He shrugged. “Bury them.”
“Okay.”
Chapter 8 - Kane
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