Ghostwalker 08 - Street Game

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    “Leave the knife in,” he advised.
    “I’m crashing,” Ethan said, his voice calm.
    Javier simply turned, bending his knees, lifting his partner over his shoulder, and hauling him out of the store. Bring up the van. Hurry up. Paul, where the hell are you?
    How bad? Mack asked.
    He’s out, boss, I can’t examine him. I should have killed that bitch again.
    Once was enough. The van’s in front of you, Javier. Get rid of the tracking devices and dump the clothes. There’s a burn barrel just a few blocks up.
    Javier carefully laid Ethan across the backseat in front of Paul, who was already looking for a vein. “I’ve got him,” Paul assured. “Get us out of here.”
    Pack it in, boys, we’ve got Sergeant Major. Let’s go home, Mack said.

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CHAPTER 15

    “How is he?” Mack demanded, striding into the room, Sergeant Major on his heels. “Paul. Talk to me. Tell me Ethan’s alive.”
    “He’s lost a lot of blood. Jaimie’s giving him a transfusion, boss,” Gideon said.
    “You’ve got to let Paul work.”
    Mack shot a hard glance at Sergeant Major. “You left out a few pertinent facts in Paul’s file. In fact, you left out a few facts altogether. The next time you decide you’re going to send two of my men on suicide missions, expect a fucking bullet in your head, because that’s what you’ll get. Are we clear?”
    Silence fell instantly. The tension stretched until the room seemed brittle enough to shatter. Sergeant Major carefully removed his jacket and walked across the room to stare down into Ethan’s pale face. Paul didn’t even look up. His hands covered in blood, he worked fast to repair the body, using mainly healing energy. Griffen watched his son, a look of awe on his face.
    “Look at him, Mack. My son. Worth more than I ever was. The things he can do, the miracle that he is. I would have risked everything for him. You want to put a bullet in my head for that, then you do it.”
    Mack’s breath hissed out in the room, a coiled snake winding tighter. He actually pulled his gun and laid it along his thigh, finger on the trigger. “You son of a bitch.
    Everyone in this room matters to me. Your son as well as every other man. These people are my family and they’re all extraordinary. None of them are expendable, you hear me?”
    “You might want to remember who you’re talking to,” Griffen said.
    Mack’s eyes blazed fire. He heard the collective gasp go around the room. His team knew him well and they all realized that was the last thing Griffen should have said.
    “I don’t give a shit about my career, not when you’re so willing to sell us all down the river, so if you believe for a minute that threatening me will save you, think again.”
    Babe. Jaimie’s voice was soothing. Loving. Calm down.
    He looked up to see her stretched out beside Ethan, tubes running between them, her skin pale, Ethan’s so white the dark scruff on his face was nearly obscene, and it made him even angrier.

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    “Mack.” Kane moved up beside him, his fingers settling lightly around Mack’s wrist. “Let’s all calm down. We just pulled his butt out of the fire. You don’t need to kill him.”
    “I’d prefer that you didn’t, if I get a vote,” Paul agreed, not looking up from Ethan’s bloody body.
    Mack jerked his arm away from Kane, but holstered his weapon and stalked into the kitchen. He couldn’t look at Jaimie again. Ethan had taken a bad hit. He’d been so certain he could get his men out clean. Maybe he was angrier at himself than at Sergeant Major. “Where’s Javier?”
    Marc handed him a cup of coffee. “Where do you think? He prefers computers to people. He’s tracking our wannabe Bond.”
    “They have the pictures of Griffen’s shadows? All three of them? I want that woman’s ID,” Mack snapped.
    Griffen came up behind him. Marc immediately left the area and busied himself watching the bay from the windows.
    “I’m sorry, Mack,” Griffen said quietly. “I didn’t know how to handle it. I realized Whitney was out of his mind when I went to tour one his compounds. I was with Senator Romney and Brigadier General Tommy Chilton and Colonel Wilford. They didn’t share my views of the facility at all, at least not Romney and Chilton; Colonel Wilford was quiet, didn’t say much at all. As we walked through that hellhole, I felt like I was in an alternate reality. Paul had already filled out the papers and was being processed into the