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now in Reservoir Dogs.  Wrong song, but I get it.”  Lunatic bastard.  Dillon spit blood onto one of the gorilla’s boots.  “Point taken.”
    “Fuck the point,” Sanchez raised his arms, twirled, whirled.  Kicked again. 
    Another rib.  Dillon tried hard, really hard, not to curl into a ball.  He knew Sanchez needed this machismo crap to save face, but damn, what was next, cutting off his ear?  Dillon could probably muscle his way out of this but not without a whole lot more hurt.  Besides, if he tried, if he won this round, the point would be lost and he’d have to start over from scratch.  Not something he cared to do.
    Except…Sanchez was enjoying himself a little too much and alarms started bouncing inside Dillon’s head.  “While I admire your power play, if you kill me you’ll never get your money, and when your family is kidnapped or murdered, you remember that I could’ve stopped it.”
    “ Ooo, who, who… ” Sanchez came back to earth, slowly, with a crazy giggle and an insane fucking smile.  “Am I still repeating myself?  Buddy , was it?”  He motioned to his men and Dillon felt himself being tossed like a bag of sand back into the booth.  Sanchez sat, then leaned forward and said, “One last time.  You fuck me again and your life will be over.  I will massacre everyone you love.  Everyone.”
    Dillon straightened himself, leaned back, and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve.  Drained his beer.  Thought about his wife.  His family.  And wondered what in the hell he was getting himself into. 
    “I love no one,” he lied again, and prayed to God this lie wouldn’t cost him.  “You, however, do.”  And then, because he was more than a little pissed, he returned the necklace to his pocket.  “ Plata o plomo, amigo .”  Bribe or bullet.  “You’ll have your money tomorrow.”
    “Why?  Why should I trust you?”
    Dillon slid from the booth and stood.  “Because,” he said, “I let your daughter live.”  With those final words, with Jagger’s voice dogging him, Dillon turned and walked through the door into the night.
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    The Pentagon… June  - 3 ½  years later…
    Life, Dillon knew, was about to slide sideways, take a left turn into Shitsville and leave him reeling.  He’d already had a long, hectic day of briefings, phone calls and endless paperwork, and okay, granted, nothing huge had happened so far, but something dark was coming.  Something sinister.  He could feel it.  And whatever that something was, chances were, it was going to make him crazy.  
    Dillon shot the cuff of his dress shirt, looked at his watch and sighed.  It wasn’t even noon yet.
    The headache he’d been nursing all morning thrummed back with a dull roar.  Not the typical hangover headache, which he’d gotten fairly used to in the last six months, but the brain crushing, dark seeking, don’t speak, not-even-in-a-whisper, kind of tension headache.
    His cerebral arteries were going to blow. 
    And now he was about to see his boss after six months of playing the duck-and-run game.  He hadn’t officially worked since Sara’s funeral and he wasn’t particularly happy to be back.  Being back meant he wouldn’t be free to keep looking for Sanchez.  The bastard had gone off the grid and Dillon had been travelling from one country to the next, searching, hunting, but no one knew Rafe’s whereabouts or they were too afraid to say.  For six miserable months, Dillon had hit one dead end after another.
    Before he touched base with the admiral, he wanted to splash some water on his face, try to tone down his headache, and just take five.  He headed for the men’s room.
    A slender blonde dressed in a gray business suit and carrying a black leather portfolio smiled at him as she strode past.  Long blonde curls swooped past her shoulders.  Green eyes crinkled with laugh lines at the corners.   
    Dillon’s facial muscles froze and he