Ghostwalker 09 - Ruthless Game

them.
    Rhianna, Rose, take care of them, Mack instructed.
    Both women hastily peeled off their jackets to reveal clingy tops. Rhianna’s generous breasts were framed beautiful y. Rose looked like a sexy little pixie as she threw her semiautomatic to Jacob Princeton, the GhostWalker closest to her. Rhianna shook out her hair, pul ed out a bottle of tequila from her pack, and tossed her gear to Jacob as wel . She sauntered out from behind the building, her hips swaying, Rose beside her. The two women laughed, their voices melodic, seductive, so that the two military men turned their attention toward the sound. Almost at once the two women paused, as if just spotting the two military men.
    Instantly they changed direction to intercept the two men, whispering and laughing. Rose al owed Rhianna to take the lead. She wasn’t used to using feminine wiles as a weapon, although they’d certainly covered that in her training—but not like Rhianna. She beckoned the men to her with a crook of her finger, looking so tempting Rose was stunned. She was the consummate actress. If Rose didn’t know better, she would have thought Rhianna was either an experienced prostitute or she was madly in love with one of the two men and determined to entice him to have sex right there out in the open.
    Rhianna put her hand on the nearest one’s shoulder and slowly, sensual y, circled the two men. Her lips were parted, her eyes devouring them. She whispered something softly in Spanish. Rose barely caught the words, nearly as mesmerized as the two men. “Final y. Two real men. We want to party.
    Come with us. Please. I need a real man between my legs for once.” Her voice dripped with sensuality. With hunger. There was no real way for a man to resist that smoky, needy voice.
    They fol owed Rhianna right into the smal spaces between two buildings. She turned, offering her mouth to the first one, while Rose crowded close to his partner. They struck at the exact same moment, shoving the syringes against the exposed necks and slowly lowering the bodies to the ground.
    Rhianna was al business, breaking open the tequila bottle and pouring it liberal y on their clothes. She crouched beside them and opened shirts, and unzipped pants, jerking one pair down around the man’s knees. The guns were laid next to them as if forgotten in the dirt, the empty tequila bottle inches from the one with his pants up.
    Rhianna was thorough. There was no doubt that both men would believe they’d partied heavily. The drug in their systems would give them a blazing headache, simulating a hangover.
    Lucas, we’re good, Rhianna confirmed as she straightened.
    Rose was shocked that Lucas had managed to enter the al ey behind them and was part of the shadows. She hadn’t seen or heard him.
    Rhianna grinned at her. “I didn’t see him either. He’s a ghost. We al are.”
    Rose smiled at Lucas. “You’re good.”
    He looked a little embarrassed by the compliment. All clear, Mack.
    The three of them drifted back up the street, keeping out of sight, aware of Javier standing in harm’s way. He stepped up to the truck and peered inside, a sweeping visual, leaving himself exposed as he did so. When he turned giving the okay signal, his gaze sought and found Rhianna in the darkness. Her chin tilted, but she didn’t break stride.
    Javier continued around to the front of the truck, approaching the driver from behind. The man stepped careful y out of the truck, hands in plain sight.
    There was a smal exchange. We’re good, Top. Wyatt Fontenot. I know his brother, Gator.
    Didn’t know he was a GhostWalker.
    He’s got the mark, and Joe vouches for both of them.
    The mark, Rose had come to find out, pushing down the urge to scratch the itch of her new tattoos, was simply the symbols used by the GhostWalkers.
    A triangle with three distinct symbols inside, signifying: shadow knights protect against evil forces, using psychic power, courage, and honor. She also had, like every member of the special teams, the GhostWalker crest with the Latin words, The night is ours . The ink was a special one that could only be seen by those with night vision—something every true GhostWalker had.
    We’re a go. Gideon, stay sharp.
    I’ve got you covered, Top.
    Javier took a step farther out into the street, a seemingly casual move, but he put himself in a better position to cover the driver and Malichai. Mack signaled his team forward, and they swept into the street, a rush of dark