My Spy: Last Spy Standing (20 page)

He calculated how far they’d come from Zak. Far enough. The kid should be out of hearing distance. “Or something.”

For a second she took her eyes off him to scan the black jungle behind him. Her gun never moved, however. “Where is the rest of your team?”

“Where I come from, we don’t waste a whole team’s time on a quick little job like rescuing a politician’s idiot son.”

She considered him for a long time. “Are you one of Colonel Wilson’s men?”

He went still. Now that was a question he hadn’t expected. Who the hell was she? “How do you know Colonel Wilson?”

The Colonel headed the Special Designation Defense Unit, SDDU, a top-secret team of commando soldiers who ran various secret missions around the globe without anyone knowing. So how did she know?

“You’re not CIA. The FBI never sends just one man. If you were a mercenary, you wouldn’t have helped me. There was no money in it,” she added. “So that didn’t leave much.”

Sound logic. But it didn’t explain how she’d come to know about his team. Very few people knew about the SDDU. A handful of top government officials, and the few FBI and CIA agents who’d done joint missions. Had she?

“Who do
you
work for?”

She pressed her generous lips into a tight line as she glared at him without saying anything.

“Have you infiltrated Juarez’s band of criminals?” He couldn’t help being a little impressed.

“You’re ruining an undercover op a full year in the making,” she snapped at him. “I need Zak.”

He reported to the Colonel, not to anyone else. “You can’t have him.”

“There’ll be a meeting between Juarez and the big boss, Don Pedro, next week. No outsider has ever been to the don’s secret stronghold before. We know he deals weapons to terrorists from there. I need to know what kind and how much. I need to uncover his connections. These are weapons that could march straight north, across Mexico and then through the U.S. border.”

She was hunting terrorist connections abroad. A CIA spook, then. He should have guessed. She’d ruled out the CIA for him first, because that was her outfit and if he was with them, she would have known it.

He was beginning to understand her better now. She was trusted at Juarez’s camp, but not enough for Juarez to include her in his personal retinue. Except if she did something his other men couldn’t accomplish, like bringing back the kid who’d killed his brother-in-law...

Her plan wasn’t bad. She was working on an important mission. But his orders weren’t to accommodate other important missions he came across. He only had one order from the Colonel: bring the governor’s son back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and he meant it. “You’ll find another way.”

But instead of accepting defeat, she shot at his foot, apparently not done with this way yet. A miracle that she hadn’t maimed him. He had no choice but to shoot the gun out of her hand. He did just that, then lunged forward, and they went rolling on the ground again.

“This doesn’t feel like progress.” She had the presence of mind to joke with him, even though her hand must have smarted.

It might not have felt like progress, but it sure felt like one hundred percent pure, curvy female to Mitch. He wouldn’t have minded the prolonged body contact so much if the ground wasn’t full of danger. He couldn’t afford to get injured, and he didn’t want her hurt, either.

“Could we have a civilized discussion about this?” he suggested between a flip and a roll.

“Worried that you can’t win by sheer force alone?” She grunted and heaved.

“Stop.” He pinned her down at last. “You roll into a sharp branch and your mission goes nowhere.”

She gave it another try before she stilled. “Fine. A civilized conversation it is. In the morning.” She blew out a breath. “So you’re an extractor.”

“
The
extractor. When someone needs a target removed unseen from an impossible situation, I’m the go-to guy.” She might as well know that he wasn’t going to give up or give in to her.

“Do you always get them?”

“Always.” He didn’t compromise.

“It’s that important to you. Interesting.” She gave him a calculating look. “I’m guessing you lost someone close to you at one point?”

A discussion they weren’t going to have. He moved back slowly and let her go, then offered her a hand.

She sprang up on her own and dusted off her clothes. “Just for the record, you called truce first.”

She sauntered off toward her makeshift camp without looking back at him. Unfortunately, not enough moonlight filtered through the canopy for him to fully enjoy that tempting image.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” she called over her shoulder.

She must have attended some CIA training on how to be thoroughly irritating. But if she thought she was going to be the last spy standing here, she was sadly mistaken.

He headed after her, hoping Zak hadn’t done anything stupid like untying himself and running off into the jungle. They’d had enough excitement for one night.

As luck would have it, the kid was where they’d left him. Mitch checked his restraints and, despite loud demands, left them in place.

“Up,” he ordered next, nudging Megan onto the platform and tying her wrist to the other end the same way she’d tied up Zak. Then he lay between them, snug, his gun resting on his chest, finger on the trigger.

He didn’t like the idea of the other two guns, plus the machete, scattered out there, but he’d have to wait for daylight to look for them and secure them.

“You can’t be serious about this.” Megan snarled the words at him.

He settled into the uncomfortable bed. “Try to get some rest.”

“There’s not enough room,” Zak grumbled. “Untie me now. You can’t treat me like this. I’m the victim here.”

“I could knock you out, if you prefer,” he offered.

“You can’t touch me. You’re getting paid to save me.”

“This is cozy. Think of us as one big happy family,” he told the kid.

Megan turned to her side, jabbing him viciously in the side with her elbow in the process, probably not by accident.

He let it go. Couldn’t be mad at her when they were pressed against each other full-length. She smelled like the rain forest and the cheap soap they’d all used at the guesthouse. Not a combination that would turn the average man’s head, but for some reason it got under his skin.

He shook off the tension that had pushed him forward since she’d left him tied to the sink. Then he grinned into the night as the breeze moved her hair and it tickled his chin. At least, chances were, he was going to have pretty good dreams.

An honest-to-goodness spook, looking like a teenage video gamer’s dream come true. Thank God for small favors. When he’d thought she was a lost suburban housewife, he didn’t know what to do with her. When he’d thought she was a heartless criminal, one of Juarez’s lackeys, he didn’t want anything to do with her. But now that it turned out that they were almost on the same side... Their chance encounter suddenly brimmed with possibilities.

For after.

When they were both done with their missions and back in the U.S., he wouldn’t mind asking her out for a drink. He was ready to sink deeper into that fantasy when he heard something moving in the jungle, circling their small camp.

Megan heard it, too. She went instantly rigid.

So much for a good night’s sleep.

“Give me your gun,” she whispered under her breath.

Not going to happen. But he did reach up and untie her wrist. He had firsthand experience with the kind of damage she could inflict, even unarmed. If they were attacked, she would be far from helpless. That was all he could do for her. He didn’t trust her enough to arm her, at least not until he knew what kind of danger they faced.

He listened.

Four men.
He used military hand signals to pass on the news.

She nodded and pointed west.

He slipped from the makeshift bamboo bed and pulled back into the jungle just as the four shadows snuck into the clearing opposite them. They moved forward, then one of them signaled to the others to stop.

Mitch was ready to open fire at the first sign of aggression. He could take them out in a second.

“Is that you,
chica?
What are you doing here?” the one in the front asked with a voice raspy from too many cigarettes.

“Dammit, Paolo.” She swore an impressive blue streak in Spanish. “Ever heard of giving warning? I almost shot you.”

Megan jumped off the bed, brazen as anything, pretending to shove her nonexistent gun into the waistband at her back. And as dark as the night was, it seemed she managed to fool the others, because nobody called her on it.

If he weren’t careful, he was going to start admiring her or something stupid like that, Mitch thought.

“I’m taking Juarez’s young friend back to him,” she told the men, tossing wood on the fire, looking around surreptitiously.

Paolo checked out the sleeping platform behind her. “We’ve been looking for the bastard all day. We made camp east of here a couple of hours ago. Upwind, or we would have smelled your fire. Heard the shots, though. Figured we better investigate.” He knocked Zak to the ground and took his place.

The kid had to stay where he fell, with the ankle restraint still tethering him to the platform. He couldn’t do much more than squat and look scared.

Paolo patted the bed next to him and flashed a grin at Megan. “How about you come back to bed?”

Mitch took a silent step forward. He wasn’t quite out of cover, but he was close enough to take swift action if needed.

“How about you give up? As I said before, I don’t mix business and pleasure.”

“Give it a try. I promise you’ll like it.” Paolo’s tone took on a menacing edge. There were four of them and one of her. He probably knew that she, too, would have the odds figured. “Come on.”

Mitch stepped into the clearing, not bothering with stealth. He wanted them to see him.

Immediately, four guns pointed at his chest. Four pairs of hard eyes said they wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.

“Friends of yours?” he asked Megan as if he’d just gotten back from a bathroom break.

“Who the hell is he?” Paolo came off the bed.

“An old friend.” Megan stepped closer to Mitch. “I knew he was in the area so I called him in for help.”

“The boss don’t like strangers in his business,” Paolo warned her, then turned to Mitch. “Who do you work for?”

“Whoever pays best. Right now, I’m protecting a logging operation north of here.” All logging in the area was illegal, so that should give him the right credentials. “Gun for hire, soldier of fortune, that kind of thing,” he added.

“Which timber boss?” Paolo wanted to know.

Mitch kept his demeanor friendly and his hand close to the weapon tucked into his waistband. “He doesn’t like his name passed around.”

Tense silence stretched between them.

But when Paolo lowered his gun, so did the others. “Forget logging. You’ll come with us. I know a man who pays well and needs some extra muscle.”

And just like that, his chances of getting Zak out of the country swiftly and unnoticed dimmed. Sure, he’d taken on four men in a gunfight before. When he’d been on his own. But if all hell broke loose now, in the dark, Zak or Megan could get killed, and he wasn’t going to take that chance.

Under the smile on his face, his jaw clenched. Instead of taking Zak to safety, he was going to have to stand by as the men took the kid back to the lion’s den.

Megan could have been helpful, but damned if he knew whether he could count on her. She seemed determined to care only about her own mission and nothing else. He had hoped to convince her once morning came, but they weren’t likely to get time alone for that now.

And the balance of power had shifted anyway. The men had played right into her hand.

Regardless, he
would
get Zak home.
With or without her,
he thought as he surveyed the drug lord’s lackeys for weaknesses. He never left a mission incomplete.

Chapter Four

By the time morning came, Mitch had a plan. He’d thought about it all night long as he’d slept in spurts squatting by the fire. He could take the men out during their long trek. Getting another look at Juarez’s compound might have provided new intelligence he could pass on to the Colonel, but Megan had already seen the place and had probably passed on all kinds of intel to the CIA. They could deal with Juarez.

His job was to deal with the kid. Which meant he would have to take out Paolo and the others, then turn around and continue north with Zak. He’d call in for military transport the second he could make connection.

Megan Cassidy was welcome to do whatever she pleased. As long as she didn’t stand in his way.

They marched forward silently, in single file. Paolo led the way, with Sanchez, his second in command, behind him. Then came Megan, Zak, Mitch then the other two men.

Mitch reached into the opening of his shirt and plucked a leech from under his collar, slowing his steps as he disposed of the little bloodsucker. He needed to fall to the back of the line. He didn’t like anyone with a weapon behind him.

He made a point of scratching a couple of times before stopping altogether and stepping aside. “Damned leeches in my pants.”

One of the men laughed at him, another winced with sympathy and the rest didn’t bother to respond. Nobody stopped to wait. He messed around with his belt and zipper for a while until they passed him, then he fell in step behind them.

Step one completed.

Yet the setup was far from ideal. Since they were walking single file, he’d have to take out the men in the back first as they blocked sight of the others up front. But if he took out the men in the back, the two in the front would start shooting at him. Which would leave Megan and Zak in the crossfire.

Not that she was a factor. Megan Cassidy was nothing more to him than the possibility of some carnal fun. His unhelpful fascination with her had to stop before it got him in trouble. She could take care of herself. And yet, on some level, he cared. Not because she was another American; God knew he’d been stabbed in the back more than once by his own countrymen. And definitely not because she was CIA. He’d been caught up in their intrigues before. Their wheeling and dealing had once cost the life of a good friend and nearly his, too.

He had allegiance to his country, not to its corrupt systems. He took orders only from the Colonel. He was loyal only to his team. He trusted very few people beyond that circle. Friends outside the job were too much of a risk.

His family thought he was dead. Better that way for everyone. They hadn’t gotten along too well when they’d thought he was alive. This way, his work didn’t put them in danger, and they didn’t get on each other’s nerves.

He was too busy to be lonely.

Except, back when he’d thought Megan was a traumatized tourist he was leading out of the jungle, she’d sure made him wish for... He wasn’t sure what, but an empty little spot suddenly opened up in his chest.

He looked at her as she marched on resolutely and felt a funny kind of tingle on his skin.

Maybe he was getting jungle fever. That would explain why his thoughts were getting jumbled all of a sudden. He wasn’t the type of man who lost his head, and consequently his life, over a pretty woman.

He had a small box of emergency medicine in his backpack, antibiotics and malaria pills among them. He’d take some meds when they next stopped, Mitch decided as he marched forward, watching where he stepped, until sharp cries pulled his attention to the canopy.

Howler monkeys were passing by high above the ground, flashes of gray streaking through the emerald green of the foliage. He watched them for a second before returning his focus to the path in front of him and the four men he had to neutralize before he could complete his mission.

“Are your wrists okay?” Megan was asking Zak up ahead. Paolo had tied the kid’s hands thoroughly that morning. She checked his skin and reached into her backpack, pulled out a jar and put some kind of a salve on Zak’s wrist.

The kid’s response was lost in the noise the monkeys made.

She was a strange one. Taking the kid back to Juarez where he’d be shot, yet worried about the ropes cutting into his wrists. She didn’t seem hard-hearted. But definitely focused. She would do whatever it took to achieve her aim.

So would he.

The men looked up at the monkeys. Mitch looked at the men. His best chance would be if one of the two up front stopped for a bathroom break. Both at the same time would be outstanding, but he wouldn’t hold his breath for that. He would take whatever opportunity presented itself.

His break came sooner than he’d expected. The howlers were crossing right above them. The man in front of him slowed as a shot went off.

Paolo had decided to go monkey hunting. But he’d only managed to wound the animal, which clung to a branch, emitting a keening sound of pain.

Mitch took aim and ended the animal’s suffering. Then their line scattered at last, Paolo going for the monkey, taking charge of it, even though it hadn’t been his kill. “Let’s eat!” Others moved off into the jungle to gather wood for a fire. Mitch used the distraction to get closer to Megan.

“Are you with me?” He kept his voice below a whisper. He felt better just standing next to her. Didn’t understand why. He barely knew her. She’d scammed him.

A lock of hair had escaped her ponytail and curled against the scar on her neck. His fingers itched to tuck that lock behind her ear. He didn’t.

He watched regret come into her eyes as she said, “I can’t. Not in this.”

So she wouldn’t fight to help him. But would she fight against him? Or would she stay out of it all together? He didn’t have a chance to ask.

“Hey, gringo,” Paolo called him over, working at skinning the monkey. “Look at this. Big sucker, eh?” He puffed his chest out. “What do you think?”

“I think we’re about to have some lunch.” He faked an enthusiastic grin.

Twenty minutes later, the fire crackled under the roasting meat. When it was done, Paolo divided it and handed out the portions. Mitch ate in silence, filling his stomach for the first time in two days. Now if he could only get some decent sleep. As soon as he and Zak could make their escape and get far enough away from Juarez, they were going to take a serious break.

From the corner of his eye, he caught Megan sneaking off into the woods. Probably for a bathroom break. The men had taken theirs as they’d walked, barely bothering to step off the path before aiming at the nearest tree.

Mitch gobbled up the rest of his portion, noting the position of every man, the whereabouts of every weapon. Now was his chance. He could take them without having to worry about Megan. He reached for his gun, ready to yell at Zak to duck.

If he weren’t watching the men so closely, he wouldn’t have caught the exchanged look between Paolo and Sanchez. A second later, Paolo melted into the jungle, following the path Megan had disappeared down a minute ago.

“All right.” Sanchez stood. “Better get going.”

The others washed down their food with some water, then picked up their backpacks and fell in line. One yanked Zak onto his feet. The kid shot a plaintive look at Mitch, but he was more concerned about why Paolo had taken off after Megan.

He made sure he was the last to head out, bringing up the rear. Then he silently fell behind without anyone noticing. They were slowed by the heat and humidity as much as their full bellies. Catching up with them again wouldn’t be too difficult. Their job was to bring Zak back to Juarez, so unless the kid did something stupid, he’d be safe for the moment.

In five minutes, Mitch had returned to the remains of their abandoned fire, drops of water sizzling on the coals as rain began to fall. He moved forward in the direction Megan and Paolo had taken.

He was a pretty good tracker, and they hadn’t bothered to mask their trail. Another minute or two brought him close enough to hear the two of them, and he soon realized they weren’t talking. They were fighting. Mitch rushed forward, finding them rolling in the undergrowth, glaring and swearing at each other. Paolo was doing his best to gain the upper hand while Megan fought like crazy to prevent that from happening. They were a blur of growling faces and entangled limbs.

For a moment he hesitated, unsure if Megan would want him to interfere or if she needed to beat the man herself to maintain her status on the team. He didn’t want to mess up her mission if he didn’t have to.

But then Paolo grabbed her between the legs and reason flew from Mitch, a swift wave of anger pushing him forward without allowing him time to think. The cold fury that leaped to life inside his belly surprised him. “Get your hands off her.”

Paolo glanced back with a dark look on his weather-beaten face. “You wait your turn.”

Two more steps forward and Mitch was lifting him off her, tossing him aside with more force than was necessary. He went for his gun at the same time as Paolo. Mitch squeezed the trigger first.

The shot rent the silence and sent birds flying. Monkeys screeched in the distance. Paolo’s eyes went wide and stayed that way.

“And now how are we going to explain this?” Megan’s cheeks turned pink with outrage. She didn’t seem to notice or care about her injuries, but the welts on her neck and forehead pumped a fresh supply of anger through Mitch.

His jaw tightened. “How badly are you hurt?”

She was on her feet already and searching for her gun among the decaying leaves. She found it, stashed it then stamped over to Paolo.

Mitch didn’t need to check the body. He always hit what he aimed at. If he meant for a man to be dead, the bastard was dead. End of story.

Paolo no longer held his attention. Megan did.

“Shot through the heart. Great.” Annoyance roughened her voice. “You had to do that? Seriously?”

Her clothes were wet and muddy, outlining her tempting figure. She shook some stray leaves from her hair with an impatient flick of her head. “Did I ask for help? I could have handled it.”

He hadn’t expected gratitude, but he didn’t deserve getting chewed out for what he’d done, either. “Forget I came back.”

He tried to stare her down, but she stared right back, holding his gaze without flinching. She was fierce and wild, and he had the sudden impulse to stride right up to her, yank her into his arms and kiss her. Anger and frustration morphed into hot lust in the blink of an eye. He wanted to feel those full lips crushed under his, wanted a taste of her.

Whoa. Rein it in.
He stood down and shook his harebrained impulses right out of his head. For one thing, she’d just been attacked. She sure didn’t need more of the same from anyone. For another, even if she were willing, even if she were begging for his touch, he needed to stay
far
away from her. He was here on a top-secret mission, not on some singles vacation.

Her chin sunk back down, her shoulders, too, as she calmed herself. “How is your shoulder? I didn’t want to ask in front of the others this morning.”

She didn’t want to alert them to any potential weakness on his part. Smart. Too bad he was beyond appreciating the gesture just now.

“Forget it.” Lust and frustration had him on edge. He turned on his heels and marched away.

She caught up quickly. She, too, seemed to be humming with tension. “We’ll tell Sanchez that we heard people moving through the woods and Paolo went to investigate, sending us back to let the others know. He’ll expect Paolo to catch up eventually. When he doesn’t, he’ll assume that some wild animal or one of Cristobal’s men got him.”

He didn’t like it that she’d come up with a plan first. Ever since they’d met, she’d always been a step ahead of him. It bothered him more than it should have. Why? He occasionally worked on teams. He wasn’t always the best and the quickest. But with her—

Was he trying to impress her? Now that would be stupid.

“How about the gunshot?” he thought suddenly. “They had to have heard that.”

“Maybe not. The vegetation is thick enough to swallow the sound. There’s a river up ahead. If they were close enough to it when your gun went off, the sounds of the water could have drowned out the shot.”

They followed the trail in silence for a while until it stopped on the bank of a river she’d been talking about. For a second he wondered if it was the same one they’d crossed yesterday, winding its way through the jungle. If it was, then they were farther upstream. The riverbed was narrower and shallower than where they’d crossed before. Then he noticed a deep gouge in the sand that showed where a canoe had recently been pulled into the water.

Oh, hell, no.

They could only see a few hundred feet ahead where the river disappeared around a bend. No trace of the men anywhere.

He swore. This couldn’t be happening. He slammed his backpack into the mud as steam gathered inside him.

“Juarez has boats and weapons stashed all over the jungle in case of emergency.” Megan’s voice was filled with a level of frustration that matched his. “I left an ATV twenty miles or so from here. I was hoping Paolo would lead us that way, but of course he had to choose otherwise. Now we have no choice but to follow the river.”

He stared at the water, his mood getting darker by the second. The men were gone and they’d taken Zak along with them. He paced the shore, not quite able to believe it. He’d saved Megan, who didn’t in the least want to be saved, and in the process he’d lost the kid.

* * *

H
E
LOOKED
LIKE
he was ready to strangle her. Fine, so she’d stolen Zak from him at that guesthouse. But, hey, nobody had told him to rush to rescue her from Paolo. “You should have stayed with the kid and made them wait.”

His lips narrowed further. His nostrils flared. He reminded her of a bull in the arena, pawing the ground. All in all, she preferred this look to the one he’d presented back in the woods.

Back there, he’d looked like the hero out of some big-budget Hollywood action flick as he’d broken through the bushes and challenged Paolo. She wasn’t used to rescue. She couldn’t say her heart hadn’t fluttered just a little. It must have been some basic, primitive female reaction to the macho display of an alpha male. But she didn’t appreciate the interference, and she definitely didn’t appreciate the flutter. That simply couldn’t happen again.