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“Connor.” Matt scrunched by the side of the bed and shook the hunched shoulder.
“Mpf.”
“Connor we have a situation wake up.” Matt shook more forcefully and was not prepared for the backhanded swing that toppled him to the floor and bloodied his lips. Doyle crouched on the bed a feral snarl on is face as he tried to orient himself to the room.
“Matt?” he found the crumpled figure on the floor and wince. “Shit, sorry.”
“You hit like a soldier.” Matt groused as he scrambled to the side of the bed.
“What?”
“Sniper in the bushes, recon picked him up an hour or so ago, he’s on the move and it looks like he has a target.”
“Me.” Connor hit the floor and kept to the shadows as he pulled a robe about his frame and slipped on his sneakers.
“So it would appear.”
“We got a bead on whose side he’s on?”
“Captain Stanislav.”
“Carroll’s assistant, makes sense with Carroll well connected and Elsinger out of the way he’ll be worried about being made the scapegoat.”
Matt nodded. “So it seems, we’ve got two teams flanking him to sweep the area. In the meantime I think you should come downstairs.”
“Sure.” Connor got as far as the door when he looked back on the bed and saw a furry head poking up above the sheets. “And that would be?”
“Surely Professor Doyle you’ve seen a teddy bear before.”
“Yes, what I want to know Matthew is what it’s doing in my bed?”
“Hey he was lonely.”
“The Bear was lonely?” Connor frowned as he followed Matt downstairs.
“No the professor was lonely.” Matt headed into the kitchen and poured a coffee, daring the other man to speak.
“Where’s Anton?”
“Down in the complex with Elsinger.”
“So he’s safe.”
“Yep.”
Connor heard the report of gunfire a split second before it hit the kitchen window and in a diving tackle brought Matt down onto the floor covering his face with his chest and arms. Two more shots were fired in rapid succession and Connor scrambled to the fuse box, pulling the main switch and plunged the house and surrounds into darkness. Breathing harshly Connor dropped to the ground his back to the wall as he peered into the gloom.
“You okay?” His voice was a hushed whisper.
“Yeah, but the sonofabitch won’t be when I’m finished with him.” Matt scrambled to his feet.
“Matt, angry is not good, angry makes mistakes. Cold is a much more effective weapon.” Connor counseled as he listened to the faint sounds outside, rapid gunfire and shouts coming closer to the house. “Point of entry Matt, back door, least guarded. Got a gun?”
“Yeah sure I always carry one.”
“You should.” Connor was up in a low crouch keeping sight of the shapes that moved outside the windows. His body ached as he panted, the pain lancing through his knew brought him out in a cold sweat and the drugs that were meant to give him rest made his reaction time sluggish. He heard the back door give seconds before he could dive for cover and was met with a bright torch and a blow that felled him.
“Praeger!” Stanislav shouted.
“Fuck.” Matt cursed from the other room. “Yeah?”
“Got your professor here, if you want him back get me a chopper on the pad now!”
“It’ll take time Charlie.”
“Not if you want him to live.”
“Connor?” Matt called as the MP’s swarmed into the house and backed off immediately. Stanislav had Connor on his knees in broken glass with a gun to his temple and his arm around his throat.
“Out cold sir.” One MP answered as he thumbed the RT on his vest and ducked back for cover.
“Shit.” Matt crawled to the hallway again and peered around. Even in the dim light Connor looked deathly pale and blood pooled under his glass-gouged knees and down into his pajamas from a head wound.
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Peter dozed fitfully on the plane and awoke with a start as the young Captain touched him lightly on the arm. Despite the length of time since he was actually in the forces he still managed to arm lock the younger man and brought him to his knees before he was fully conscious of his actions.
“Don’t they teach you kids anything anymore?” Peter groused as he let the young man up.
“I was never in the Marines sir.”
“Even diplomatic corps needs to be trained, what did you want?”
“We’re coming in to land sir, Colonel Williams sends his regards and wanted me to brief you on the situation.”
“Situation?” Peter’s eyes became arctic cold as he looked at the hapless Captain.
“Professor Doyle has been taken hostage in the house sir, they are negotiating for his release.”
“Has he been injured?”
“They’re not sure sir.”
“Where’s Praeger?”
“He’s at the house sir, waiting for you to arrive.”
“Who’s in the house?”
“Jus the professor and Captain Stanislav.”
“Stanislav? Charlie Stanislav?”
“Yes sir, you know him?”
“Not sure, used to have a Charlie Stanislav in my squad, can you get an uplink from here?”
“Yes sir.” The young officer opened the laptop and began to log into the mainframe.
“Sorry about the wrist.” Peter smiled. “What’s your name?”
“Jenkins sir, Mark Jenkins.” The young man smiled as Peter hovered over the back of his chair.
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