Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

the psychic enhancement, supposedly been turned down, but had disappeared for special training for months. He'd resurfaced with a team and run some missions, but his team had a bad reputation for trouble. In the end, he had been discharged and now ran a scuba diving business for tourists.

    Kadan paused with his hand on the door of his SUV, to light a cigarette, something a diver wouldn't do.

    "Hey, man." Frog came up beside him. "I heard you inside, talking about free diving. I do a little of that. I like to go down without gear."

    Kadan grinned, a cocky smirk. "Gear's for wimps."

    "I've got a boat right on the dock," Frog persisted when Kadan turned away. "You want to go man-to-man and see who can hold their breath longer? Or are you scared?"
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    Kadan allowed his face to darken and his eyes to smolder. "No one can beat me under the water. I'm a fucking fish."

    "I'm a shark. So let's do it"

    Kadan slammed his door shut and snapped away the cigarette he hadn't smoked. He didn't bother to look around; he could feel the GhostWalkers, his team, closing in to back him up. He went with the ex-SEAL, following him along the dock until they came to a high-powered boat. He stepped on without a qualm, showing off a little, that same cocky smirk on his face.

    "You really think you can beat me?" Kadan asked.

    In answer, Frog started the boat and took off over the waves to open water. They passed a small fishing boat just a few miles off shore and Frog killed the engine. Without a word he stripped off his shirt and tossed his shoes aside. He waited for Kadan to do the same before he started the boat again and began angling it back toward a small inlet.

    He slowed the boat considerably, weaving through the water as if going through a minefield. Kadan glanced into the water and his gut tightened. A small colony of the dead stared back at him. This was Frog's own private playground. Frog stopped the boat, reached into a cooler, and swung around.

    Kadan was on him before he could complete the turn, catching his wrist the hand with the small needle protruding through his fingers. "What's wrong, Frogman? You have to drug me to beat me? I'm not one of your civilians who trust you."

    "Who are you?" Frog demanded.

    Kadan held him close. "The executioner." The knife concealed in his other hand came up, sweeping across Frog's throat, cutting deep. He shoved the body face-first into the sea, right over the top of the man's victims as they stared upward just inches from the surface of the water. Kadan wiped the knife clean, slipped it into the sheath, retrieved his shirt, and tied his shoes around his neck before going into the water. The fishing boat picked him up. Nico gave him a hand into the boat.

    "At least seven victims in the water. We need a cleaner in here fast," Kadan said.

    "I already radioed them," Nico answered.

    "One down." Kadan announced.

    Kadan lifted binoculars to his eyes and stared down at the woman walking out of the bar.
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    her legs showing to their best advantage in a short tight skirt and high heels. She had a sway that said she was on the prowl and a body that promised heaven. Her husband, Ken Norton, stood a foot away from him, a scowl on his scarred face as he watched his wife open the door to a sleek little low-slung car.

    "He took the bait," a voice droned into the radio.

    That would be Jack, Ken's twin brother. Both men were GhostWalkers from the SEAL
    team and lethal with or without a weapon. Both were protective and possessive, and Kadan couldn't believe his ears when Ken announced that his wife, Marigold, was going to lure the Italian Stallion out into the open for them.

    A very handsome man, large and well muscled, followed Mari from the bar, gliding across the parking lot fast, coming up on her from behind. He grabbed her arm and swung her around, slamming her against the car door, shoving his knee between her legs. "You bitch, you can't embarrass me like that and just walk away. You were flirting with me.
    You're nothing but a rich bitch cocktease."

    Kadan felt the sudden tension in all the men. Ken's face hardened, but he didn't break cover. The rifle went to his shoulder in a smooth, practiced motion, and Ken never