Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

but hastily stilled their laughter when he glared around the room. Opening and closing his fists, he jerked his head toward the door.

    "You want to take this outside?"

    Kadan looked him up and down, his expression remote, dismissive. "You're not worth my time. I just came in for a cold brew. Someone else can teach you manners." He turned his back and swallowed the rest of his beer. "You ready?" He glanced at his watch. "I've got to be at the old airstrip in about twenty minutes."

    Ian and Gator drained their glasses and they swaggered out, leaving Blade smoldering, furious, poised on the edge of violence.

    "He's on you," Jack's voice said softly. "Following about a mile back. You hit the son of a bitch pretty hard, bro. There's no way he isn't going to try to kill you."

    "Stay on him, Nico," Kadan said.

    Jack, Ken, and Mari were all also snipers with reputations. Blade would have four rifles trained on him when he moved in to confront Kadan. Gator and Ian would be backing him at a much closer range.

    Once at the old airstrip, Kadan slowed his vehicle, allowing Gator and Ian to bail out, running along the brush, crouched low to make their way to the hangar where they both got into position. Ken, Mari, and Nico had already gone high. Jack joined them as soon as he was able, coming in from the north and finding a nice limb to stretch out on.

    "In position," Nico said. "He's approaching."

    "I see him," Kadan said, and turned, a scowl on his face as the car roared up, sending plumes of dirt into the air.

    Blade burst out of the car, slamming the door. "You son of a bitch. You think you can just bitch slap me in front of everyone and walk away clean?"

    "No, I thought you'd follow me," Kadan said, his as cold as ice.

    Blade paused, hand gripping his knife. He looked around, suddenly realizing that he was alone with someone who had eyes like twin glaciers. "Who are you?"

    "The name's Kadan. Kadan Montague. I've been called Bishop in some circles. You give the GhostWalkers a bad name. You give every soldier a bad name."

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    Kadan dove for the ground, rolling, coming up right at Blade's feet, knife sliding upward in a standard figure eight, cutting arteries along the way. He kept moving, getting away from the pumping streams of blood, his face dispassionate, his heart rate never going up.
    He watched the man die and then he turned and walked away.

    "East Coast Team down," Kadan announced. "The jet's standing by, let's move out."

    Ryland handed Kadan the binoculars and pointed toward the small cabin near the lake.
    "Lily and Flame have been working around the clock to get us as much information as possible on these suspects, but the one called Hawk, we can only speculate is the same Hawk the Reaper teamed up with a few years ago. We just don't have enough on him to be certain. But there's no doubt that this one is Scorpion. He's holed up here by himself, pounding on a heavy bag and running every day. He looks to be in bad mental shape." He glanced again at Kadan. "I did what you asked me to do. Did you clear it with the general?"

    Kadan nodded. "I'll go in and have a chat with him. It's the best I can do for him."

    "Nico's in place," Ryland said. "Keep him away from the door and outside if possible."

    Kadan took a packet of papers from inside his jacket, slipped his gun in his belt at his back, and checked for his knife. "Nico, if you have to do it, take him out clean, no pain."

    Nico didn't respond. He always took them out painlessly, one shot. Kadan was reluctant to eliminate Tom Delaney, Sr., and Nico understood why. The man had a wife and child and a good service record, complete with plenty of medals. Murder had never been his choice and he fought it—was still fighting it.

    Kadan made his way down to the cabin. Walking. Giving Scorpion plenty of time to see him coming. Tom Delaney turned to watch him approach, his body covered in sweat his face a mask of pain, knuckles bloody from hitting the heavy bag without gloves.

    "Tom Delaney." Kadan made it a statement as he nodded his head in greeting.

    Tom shook his head, a look of relief on his face. "I wondered who'd come for me."

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