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complete with the rocket’s red glare. The three men stared at the screen long minutes after the last detonation had gone off. The SUV was toast and so were the occupants. The men standing farther back to let the 50 cal do its work had danced around jerking and twitching until they dropped to the ground. The cameras were still on and Liam tried to count the bodies of the fallen men. He came up with ten on the ground and felt damn glad he hadn’t been in the house when it blew apart. It appeared that no one had escaped the devastation within the scope of the camera lenses.
    Reynolds whistled as he watched the screen scanning for any signs of life. He looked at Mackie’s innocent sleeping face. “I don’t know about you guys, but I sure want to know who this little gal is. She’s done pissed off somebody who wants her ass dead. She knew and planned for every eventuality, I don’t know what happened to those guys there,” he said as he pointed to the bodies laying on the farthest perimeters on the screen. “It looks like they were dancing on electricity running into them from the ground, look at their boots.” Liam and Fielding looked at what Reynolds was talking about. It appeared the boots were melted on the men’s feet. Although the picture was clear for infrared you would still have a hard time making out details clearly.
    Liam sat back in the chair directly across from where Mackie lay sleeping. He knew the undeserved resentment for her taking charge while she was so injured was dumb, but his ego was taking a beating around this woman. She was obviously in the security business, whether she was still at it or retired from it, he had yet to learn. Her knowledge of weapons rivaled Reynolds and he was a twenty year Veteran with the Navy, fifteen of those years had been with the SEALs. She must be something if she impressed Darryl Reynolds. The man had damn near as many scars as she did. His came from almost being blown to hell by an IED in Iraq. Hers came from years of injuries. The whip marks on her back could have come from an overzealous sadistic lover but Liam doubted that. Even a sadist would hesitate to mark a lover that severely.
    If she was in security the gunshot wounds could be explained, but the knife wounds? The various other scars? No, there was a story here and he hoped to find out what it was sooner than later. Fielding told him that her previous injuries were mostly old ones. The whip marks on her back Fielding thought she must have gotten as a child for the scars to have healed and became so faded. The rest were more recent.
    Mackie knew she was being watched, she allowed her eyelids to rise only wide enough to see the man sitting opposite from where she was lying. Her mind identified his face as the man she planned to shoot if he hurt Eric, and she must have been shot because the rest was a bit fuzzy in her mind. She remembered men’s voices and pain in her shoulder and right wrist. Telling herself to get her lazy ass up was easy, actually moving was the hard part. I’m going to have to start exercising again, she promised her sore muscles.
    “I am assuming that you are either the one who shot me or the one responsible for getting me shot?” Mackie started talking before she moved. As she sat up, she said, “Let’s also assume that Eric and Jenny got away before the shit hit the fan around here.” She pushed the hair off her face and really looked at the man in front of her. Tall, maybe six four, two twenty, dark reddish brown hair, and dark blue eyes with wide shoulders and grim faced. “Sorry we haven’t been introduced, I am Maxine Vaught. I would shake your hand but as we can see I am kind of tied up here at the moment.” She was referring to the sling holding her arm up and secured in place with a thick strip of gauze wrapped around her ribs.
    Reynolds and Fielding stopped their game of pool when she started talking and came to sit with Liam and Mackie. “I am Liam Klinger, on my