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unrolled a dog-eared map across the table in front of him.
    Destiny slid a piece of paper over to him and sat patiently waiting as he read the numbers in his hand.
    For a moment he felt as though his gut had dropped out of his body. He had to be wrong. He moved the map closer and ran his fingers along the latitude and longitude lines until they met. No f rick i n way. This wasn ’ t possible. Looking up he pinned her with a disbelieving glare. “ This is some kind of joke right? ”
    “ I ’ m afraid not. Now you understand why I needed you for the job, ” she said, watching him from across the table .
    “ How did you know about this place? About me? ” This was beyond a joke. This was like someone had decided to replay a nasty nightmare on him.
    She shrugged. “ You were involved in a very public scandal not so long ago. It ’ s hardly top secret. ”
    “ This bit wasn ’ t public knowledge, ” he said tapping his finger on the map forcefully.
    “ It doesn ’ t matter about any of that. You ’ ve been there—you know the terrain. Just get us in and back out again. That ’ s all you need to worry about. ”
    “ I ’ m not doing anything without an explanation. ” He folded his arms across his chest and stared her down stubbornly. This was bullshit. No one knew about his involvement with a hostage rescue from that damn compound—no one, except the people involved and there was no way any of them would have leaked it.
    Her gaze briefly flickered upwards focusing at some point behind him , but he didn ’ t have time to turn his head and see what it was before he felt a sharp hit to his head and everything went black.
     
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    His head was hurting but this time it wasn ’ t alcohol or drug induced—no this was a blow to the head from a rifle butt kinda hangover and he swore a string of verbal abuse that would do his old Drill Sergeant proud as he waited for the thumping to stop so he could force his eyes open. When he did, he found that he was lying on the floor and his hands were once again tied together. Deja - frickin - vu.
    “ Shall we try again? ” Destiny asked, sitting at the table, watching him calmly.
    Man this chick was cool. In fact, he ’ d be turned on right now if his head didn ’ t hurt so freakin ’ bad . “ You know, we really need to do something about this kinky obsession of yours. I told you, if you wanna ’ tie me up—all you gotta ’ do is ask, ” he muttered.
    “ I am not playing games here. Do your job and we won ’ t have a problem. ”
    “ I want to know what Tre ’ ago has to do with this? These coordinates are his compound , aren ’ t they? ”
    “ They ’ re a compound. ”
    “ This isn ’ t a coincidence. ”
    “ It doesn ’ t matter what this is, but yes, Tre ’ ago has taken something from me—just like he took something from you. I don ’ t expect you to care about what he ’ s done to me—but I know you want to make sure he pays for hurting other people w hich is the other reason I knew you ’ d want in on this job. Look, I didn ’ t have time to ask you nicely and I couldn ’ t take the chance you might say no—hence making the decision for you. ”
    This wasn ’ t making sense. Maybe she hit him harder than he ’ d thought…maybe he wasn ’ t really awake—maybe this was all a warped, messed up dream? “ Tre ’ ago ’ s in prison. He can ’ t be behind this. ”
    “ Tre ’ ago may be in prison—but trust me , h e ’ s behind this. You know damn well they can ’ t control him from behind bars. He ’ ll find a way to get to someone—he always finds a way to get to someone. ”
    Oh yeah—he knew all about Tre ’ ago ’ s reach. He ’ d been on the receiving end more than once. The guy was like a damn cat—he had nine lives. Well, it was time to cash in the last of those lives; and this time he ’ d damn well make sure he couldn ’ t hurt anyone ever again.
    “ Are you sure we can trust him? ” Ponleu asked quietly