Page 4 of Renegade
Her thick accent caught his ear.
“Front.”
“Do you have any money?” Caroline asked.
“No,” he murmured into the mic.
“Tell her she’ll be compensated extra,” Caroline said.
“More money for you,” Greystone said as he got in.
“Hands where I see,” said the woman. “Lap.”
Greystone laid his hands on the M16.
In silence, the woman drove him to the field, the unmarked Gulfsteam jet waiting on the airstrip. Before he exited, the driver asked him about the extra money.
“Austin, how does she get paid?” Greystone asked Caroline.
“Tell her to go to the location at eight,” Caroline explained.
Greystone relayed the message, shoved out of the car. He lowered the night goggles, did a slow three-sixty. He was alone, but he couldn’t relax.
Not yet.
He strode to his ride outta hell, climbed the stairs. Before he entered the bird, he flipped up the goggles.
Once inside, he said to Caroline, “I’m in. You stayin’ with me ‘til I’m airborne?”
“Hell, yeah,” she replied. “You’re mine until you reach thirty-thousand.”
He sucked down a deep breath.
She had his back like no one he’d ever met.
Greystone had his choice of over twenty seats. He eased into one near the aisle, set his weapon next to him.
“You did good, Bella.”
“I got you.”
“You always do.”
A flight attendant approached, eyed the assault rifle, then slid her gaze back to him. While batting her lashes at him, she asked if she could bring him a beverage.
“Water,” Greystone replied. “In a bottle. Don’t open the bottle.”
Her eyes grew large. “Yes, sir. Be right back with that.”
While getting a hummer would be the perfect way to end that hella mission, he wasn’t gonna do it. He had no idea who this woman was. He took enough chances with his life… no way was he gonna take that risk at thirty-thousand feet.
“You gonna miss being there?” Caroline asked, her sultry voice tickling his ear.
“No,” he replied.
The flight attendant returned with two bottles of water. “Unopened. Chilled and room temp. Please buckle up.” One more over-the-top smile before she sat at the front of the plane, facing him. She buckled in and stared out the window.
“How long are you in Langley?” Caroline asked.
