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almost been killed in what should have been a much less dangerous mission. Since then she’d been hyperalert, anticipating trouble without the slightest indication that anything was wrong. She didn’t expect problems but refused to let her guard down. On an op, it wasn’t just her life on the line, but also her fellow operatives, as well as the victims they were rescuing. One second of inattention could mean disaster for everyone.
    She glanced over at Angela who, as Riley had, had assumed a sad, defeated-looking demeanor. The more helpless they looked, the less likely the kidnappers would suspect they were anything but.  
    It was Riley’s opinion that Angela Delvecchio was the epitome of the fearless female. Almost six feet tall, Angela had an exotic beauty that defied description and an energy that could plow over you if you got in her way. She and Sabrina Fox were the Amazons of LCR Elite, confident, strong—valiant in the face of danger. The two women could battle an army and win. Riley fought daily to remind herself how strong she was and how far she had come.
    “Here we go,” Angela said softly.
    The trucks lumbered toward them, leaving a thick cloud of dust in their wake. Hidden in that dust would be Aidan and Sabrina. In the hills above them were Justin and Jake. By the time these men realized this was a trap, they would already be caught.
    And, if anyone dared to check out the back of their truck, they would find a special surprise.
    The lead truck stopped several feet from them. The driver stuck his head out the window and shouted, “Move your truck!”
    Riley felt a lessening of tension in Angela and shared her relief. Though both of them knew the local dialect to some degree, neither of them was fluent enough to carry on a convincing conversation. The man who’d shouted had a British accent, which made communicating much easier.
    “We can’t,” Riley stated with a British accent. “Our vehicle is disabled.”
    Letting loose a very American-sounding curse, a man jumped from the passenger side and stalked toward them. “Move it off the road, bitch.”
    Definitely American, Riley thought. Not only a sleazy human trafficker, but a foul-mouthed jerk, too. She looked forward to seeing him with a mouthful of sand when she kicked his ass.
    “We cannot move it,” Angela said. “We know nothing about repairs.”
    “Where is your man?” The one who’d first spoken to them was noticing the strangeness of the situation. Two women unaccompanied by a man was an unusual enough occurrence to cause suspicion. Fortunately, they had that covered, too.
    “He is in the back of the truck. He is ill. We were on the way to the hospital when our vehicle stopped.”
    The two men glanced at each other, and the Brit headed toward the back of the truck to check out their claim. He jumped up into the bed of the truck.
    Her hand on the weapon beneath her clothing, Riley waited for the noise that would erupt as soon as the man learned that beneath the blankets in the truck was Elite operative Brennan Sinclair, who was in no way ill or disabled.
    A small groan and a thud was the only noise. Frowning, the American called out, “Tony? What’s going on?”
    The sound of a muffled voice made the man walk closer. As he drew nearer, the men in the other truck jumped out and headed toward them. The first man stuck his head into the truck.  
    Chaos exploded
    The man flew back out of the truck, a look of surprised horror on his face. Riley and Angela revealed their weapons. Justin and Jake dropped from their hiding place behind the boulders, shouting for everyone to put their weapons down. Aidan and Sabrina ran forward, their weapons drawn. Brennan jumped from the back of the truck. Four men held their hands up as they realized they were surrounded.
    Crying and muffled words were coming from the back of one of the trucks. Riley and Justin pulled the covering aside, unsurprised to see three women with their hands tied in front of them