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piss the man off. He punched her in the face, knocking her out cold before tossing her over his shoulder.
     
    Jet wasn’t sure when his butt left the chair, but there he stood, clutching his fist so hard his short nails were nearly drawing his own blood. He watched as the men killed everybody else he could see on camera, and those off camera were killed too from what he could hear of the number of rounds fired. After they were finished with their massacre they disappeared from sight, taking her with them. She was gone. They had her and men like that didn’t play nice just because they were dealing with a woman. She was in a lot of danger and the longer they had her, the worse things would get for her.
     
    “I’m going after her,” his voice rumbled like thunder across the sky.
     
    “I’ll get the call out for the plane. We can leave…”
     
    “I’m going alone. Somebody has to stay here and take care of the office. And,” he stressed; “Preston’s going to need that plane ready to go once he gets visual on the package. You know that.” They had already established that he would need to make a quick exit but they couldn’t take the plane in until he was ready to leave. A private plane coming in from the U.S. into the recently semi-hostile areas of Egypt wouldn’t be advisable. Preston needed as much covertness as possible. They would send the plane in fast when he called to let them know he was on his way in to get the package. They would have to be ready to leave the second he stepped foot on the plane.
     
    “I’m not letting you go alone.”
     
    “You need to be here in case Preston needs you. I can handle this.” He knew exactly how he was going to handle it too. Getting Akira back was priority. Killing the fool who dared put his hands on her was just an added perk because he would, that was his promise to himself; he would kill that guy for punching Akira.
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    A kira pressed her hands against the cold concrete floor and pushed herself up enough to survey her surroundings. Where was she? She remembered being in the studio in Anchorage. She remembered when the men with guns came in shooting. And then she remembered Demetri. He was trying to get to her, trying to save her, and he had died because of it. The guy, the big one, he had hit her. That was the last thing she remembered so since she was in this windowless room the only thing she could guess was that the cops hadn’t stopped them either. She didn’t know what they wanted from her. She had been working with a lot of charities lately. Maybe somebody didn’t like her work. It wasn’t as if the crazy pro-hunting crowd hadn’t been vocal of their distaste for her. She knew some of the pro-hunters were sane and not as vicious with their kills as others and she never had a problem with the sane hunters. They were able to agree to disagree, and even they had supported the “no trapping,” laws she and several other groups were trying to have set in place. They wouldn’t do something like this, but the others…now they could, and would. But still, this seemed like a lot of trouble to go through to fight a push for stronger hunting laws. She was lending her voice and her helping hand to the cause; she wasn’t the entire cause itself. If she weren’t around the others would still move forward.
     
    She had just pulled herself completely off the floor when the door opened and three men walked in. They were no longer masking their faces and she knew that wasn’t good for her. They had no intentions of leaving her alive because if they did they wouldn’t allow her to see their faces. She could identify them now.
     
    The one with the scar going from his eye on down to his chin scared her less than the one who stood in the doorway. It was as if he was taunting her with the fact that the door was open, but he had no plans to let her out. Well he didn’t know her. She would not go quietly. She would fight.
     
    When the