The Omega Team: Precious Cargo (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Brenna Zinn Page A
Authors: Brenna Zinn
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a weak smile.
“You did great back there. Top notch. Lighting the gas vapors with the cigarette was brilliant.”
“You said use every available resource. I did.”
Reaching over, Duke found her knee and squeezed.
“So you did, darlin’. So you did.”
They drove until they found a restaurant still open. Though the waitress wrinkled her nose each time she stopped by their table, the food they were served was hot and filling. By the time they were finished, Mila looked as though she was fighting to keep her eyes open. So was he. Between fighting bad guys and jet lag, he was baked.
“Hotel?” he asked.
“Hotel,” she agreed.
After a hot shower, they fell into bed, too tired to think about anything but setting the alarm on the clock radio on the bedside table. Duke pressed the length of his body against Mila’s and closed his eyes. For the first time in two years, he fell asleep and stayed asleep. No bad dreams filled with remorse over the love he’d left in Crimea.
Four hours later, they rose and left for the airport. Just as Dupree had instructed, Duke parked the car in the parking lot, stashed the keys in the glove compartment, and locked the car doors. He had to agree with the former CIA agent’s philosophy about the rusted bucket of bolts. If someone bothered to break into it and steal it, good riddance.
They walked arm in arm under the yellow glow of lamplight the short distance to the front of the airport, the dawn still over an hour away. Although still tired and his arm smarted like hell, a strong feeling of satisfaction settled over Duke. Aside from reuniting with Mila, he hadn’t known what to expect from this side job offered by The Omega Team. His first day had been quite a doozy. He’d been slapped, shot at, made love to by the woman of his dreams, met two retired CIA agents, rode in a nasty maid’s cart and was shot at again. Topping the day, he’d started down the road toward fixing his relationship with Mila. His future was finally starting to look bright.
Damn if it wasn’t one of the best days he’d had in a long while.
They spotted Laramie and Yure near the security line. The old man ran to Mila and wrapped her in his arms.
“You are safe. Thank God.”
“And so are you.” Mila kissed his cheek.
Laramie handed Duke a ticket. “You have your passport?”
Duke patted his back pocket. “When I travel, I never leave without it.” He gave the paper a quick glance. “Berlin?”
“It’s the first flight out.” Laramie removed his passport from the inside of his jacket. “We leave in ten minutes. From there, we’ll book a flight to Budapest.”
They cleared security and went directly to their gate. The airline staff was already boarding the plane. Minutes later, they sat in plush first-class seats. The plane taxied down the runway then lifted off. They had managed to leave Lutsk all in one piece. The first leg on their journey was underway.
“So how did you two manage to leave the hotel without Mazure?” Mila asked, leaning over the armrest of her seat into the aisle. Yure sat in the seat directly across from his daughter. Laramie in the space near the window.
“It’s a long story,” Laramie replied. “Let’s just say it involved pulling some strings and thinking outside of the box. Major Mazure is no longer an issue.”
“Is he dead?” Duke wanted to know.
“No, but he probably wishes he were.” Laramie focused his gaze on Duke’s, silently conveying a promise to provide details later.
“Speaking of stories, I’m hoping you can fill me in on how you know Dmytro Kozak.” Duke leaned forward to look at Yure. “Respected Ukrainian diplomat and local mafia boss. I’m all ears.”
“Ah, yes. That is an interesting story.” The old man sat back in his seat and stroked his beard. “Many years ago Kozak’s son and two other men were captured while supposedly raiding a Soviet Union military arsenal. At Kozak’s urging, I helped negotiate a deal to have
“You did great back there. Top notch. Lighting the gas vapors with the cigarette was brilliant.”
“You said use every available resource. I did.”
Reaching over, Duke found her knee and squeezed.
“So you did, darlin’. So you did.”
They drove until they found a restaurant still open. Though the waitress wrinkled her nose each time she stopped by their table, the food they were served was hot and filling. By the time they were finished, Mila looked as though she was fighting to keep her eyes open. So was he. Between fighting bad guys and jet lag, he was baked.
“Hotel?” he asked.
“Hotel,” she agreed.
After a hot shower, they fell into bed, too tired to think about anything but setting the alarm on the clock radio on the bedside table. Duke pressed the length of his body against Mila’s and closed his eyes. For the first time in two years, he fell asleep and stayed asleep. No bad dreams filled with remorse over the love he’d left in Crimea.
Four hours later, they rose and left for the airport. Just as Dupree had instructed, Duke parked the car in the parking lot, stashed the keys in the glove compartment, and locked the car doors. He had to agree with the former CIA agent’s philosophy about the rusted bucket of bolts. If someone bothered to break into it and steal it, good riddance.
They walked arm in arm under the yellow glow of lamplight the short distance to the front of the airport, the dawn still over an hour away. Although still tired and his arm smarted like hell, a strong feeling of satisfaction settled over Duke. Aside from reuniting with Mila, he hadn’t known what to expect from this side job offered by The Omega Team. His first day had been quite a doozy. He’d been slapped, shot at, made love to by the woman of his dreams, met two retired CIA agents, rode in a nasty maid’s cart and was shot at again. Topping the day, he’d started down the road toward fixing his relationship with Mila. His future was finally starting to look bright.
Damn if it wasn’t one of the best days he’d had in a long while.
They spotted Laramie and Yure near the security line. The old man ran to Mila and wrapped her in his arms.
“You are safe. Thank God.”
“And so are you.” Mila kissed his cheek.
Laramie handed Duke a ticket. “You have your passport?”
Duke patted his back pocket. “When I travel, I never leave without it.” He gave the paper a quick glance. “Berlin?”
“It’s the first flight out.” Laramie removed his passport from the inside of his jacket. “We leave in ten minutes. From there, we’ll book a flight to Budapest.”
They cleared security and went directly to their gate. The airline staff was already boarding the plane. Minutes later, they sat in plush first-class seats. The plane taxied down the runway then lifted off. They had managed to leave Lutsk all in one piece. The first leg on their journey was underway.
“So how did you two manage to leave the hotel without Mazure?” Mila asked, leaning over the armrest of her seat into the aisle. Yure sat in the seat directly across from his daughter. Laramie in the space near the window.
“It’s a long story,” Laramie replied. “Let’s just say it involved pulling some strings and thinking outside of the box. Major Mazure is no longer an issue.”
“Is he dead?” Duke wanted to know.
“No, but he probably wishes he were.” Laramie focused his gaze on Duke’s, silently conveying a promise to provide details later.
“Speaking of stories, I’m hoping you can fill me in on how you know Dmytro Kozak.” Duke leaned forward to look at Yure. “Respected Ukrainian diplomat and local mafia boss. I’m all ears.”
“Ah, yes. That is an interesting story.” The old man sat back in his seat and stroked his beard. “Many years ago Kozak’s son and two other men were captured while supposedly raiding a Soviet Union military arsenal. At Kozak’s urging, I helped negotiate a deal to have
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