Ghostwalker 08 - Street Game

me, Javier. What was I supposed to do? If Mack, who’s known me most of my life and knows how intelligent I am, wouldn’t listen to me, why should anyone else? I need proof and in the meantime, I had to take their attention from you and put it on me.”

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    “Damn it, Jaimie. You should be kissing Kane’s feet for sending someone to look after you.”
    “He brought Mack here. Mack wants to control every situation and he does insane things in the name of protecting us. Like pulling the plug just when I had the trace.”
    His eyebrow shot up. “You can bullshit the others, but not me, Jaimie. You saw where the trace originated. I know you did.”
    She studied his face. She’d never been all that good at poker, but she was brilliant when it came to dancing intrigue. “If it was there, Javier, then you’re the only one who knows.
    Tell me. I can get them. You know I can. This war isn’t going to be fought with guns. It’s all about the paper trail.”
    He shook his head. “Not me. I was following orders. Mack said to pull the plug and I was trying to shut it down fast.”
    “Not looking at the monitor?” There was disbelief in her voice.
    “I wish I had so I could tell you what you wanted to know, although I’m with Mack on this, and I think it’s too dangerous.”
    “It’s too late, Javier. They already know or they wouldn’t be trying to scare me by leaving dead bodies on my doorstep, or sending two goons after me, or putting a sniper on a rooftop. And I’m not about to hide in a little cocoon while my entire family is slaughtered out in the field.”
    “Talk to Mack about this.”
    “Mack should have trusted me. He’s asking me to give him acceptance and trust, but he refuses to give the same to me. I’m not going to talk about this with him. I trust Mack with my life, but not with putting my life on the line.”
    “None of us want you to put your life on the line, not just Mack, Jaimie. We’ve got you and Rhianna.” The name seemed to stick in his throat. He cleared it. “None of us want to give either of you up or put you in harm’s way.”
    “You wanted me running missions with you.”
    “Because we could protect you. This is suicide and you know it. You put yourself right in front of a gun.”
    “You all do it every single day. I have the same training, Javier. I’m not a sacrificial lamb. I have a plan.”
    “What is it?”
    “I’m going to expose them to the world. Once their names are splashed over every television network there is, they’ll be too busy running to try to hunt any of us down.”

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    Javier stared at her in stunned silence. “That’s it? That’s your big master plan?
    They’re going to come at you with everything they have.”
    “Which is why I needed to get that trace.”
    Javier shook his head. “You’re not invincible, Jaimie. You can’t take on people that powerful. They have to be in Congress, or the White House itself.”
    “Someone has to do it. What’s the alternative? They can’t be above the law. If they are, there’s no chance for any of you. Any day now, they could send you into another trap. Someone told the Doomsday unit exactly where you were going to be.
    They baited a trap and sent us out. It wasn’t poor information, it was a deliberate attempt to eliminate all of us. Just like Team Two was sent to the Congo and the rebels were waiting for them.”
    “Do you have any idea how often assassination looks like a common accident? If we didn’t know what you were doing, if Kane hadn’t been alarmed and sent someone in to watch you, and you were killed in an accident, none of us would have been the wiser.”
    “And if you went out into the field and all of you were ambushed, the world wouldn’t even be told about it. You never would have existed in the first place. Well, you exist to me, Javier, and I’ll be damned if I let them kill you. I’ll find them and expose them.”
    Javier stood up slowly. “You need to find a way to talk to Mack, Jaimie.”
    She glared at him. “We’re so back to the boy’s club, aren’t we, Javier? He threw me away, not the other way around. We aren’t together anymore.”
    He shrugged, in no way shaken by her anger. “Maybe not, hon, but we’re a family and Mack is the head. You and Rhianna are the heart. You’ve never seen Mack’s tough side. He’s gentle around you . . .”
    She gave a snort of derision.
    “He is, Jaimie. He’s different. He jokes and laughs and is a completely