Lock and Load (SEAL EXtreme Team) Read Online Free

he avoiding eye-contact with her, or the asshole guard that followed closely on her heels?
    Jacques unlocked double doors and ushered her into his office. Mahogany, leather, and a view of Kowloon greeted her.
    “Impressive,” she said.
    He shrugged “It’s a living.” He closed the door, keeping the guard outside his office.
    “Why is Ugly following us?” Amber whispered.
    Jacques put a finger to his lip and pointed up. Was his office bugged? Who was listening?
    “You can sit here.” He motioned to his desk. “Get comfortable, this might take a while.”
    Her lips twitched. He didn’t know how good she was, did he? “I’ll do my best.” She sat on his soft leather chair and squinted at the computer monitor. “You just need me to break through a firewall?”
    “Yes,” he said while shaking his head no. Lowering his voice, he rubbed her shoulders. “I believe it will be apparent once you break through. Get started.”
    Her instincts told her something was not right here. What had Jacques gotten himself into? She leaned against him and closed her eyes. “This is important to you?”
    “Yes, little one. It means the world to me. To us.”
    Facing the monitor, she saw her own frown reflecting back at her. Should she follow her instincts and march her new sensible pumps right out the door? Walking would lose the only real friend she had in Hong Kong. Could she do that to Jacques? No.
    She drummed her red painted fingernails on the mouse. “You’ve done a lot of work here. Do you want me to go back to the beginning? See if you have errors in your entry point?”
    “No. We are on the clock. Do not go back.”
    “All right.” She tried her favorite go-to codes and got shut out. “Well, that didn’t break it. This firewall is complex. They’ve been hit by hackers before. Good ones.”
    “Take all the time you need. Just do it right. Don’t let me down.”
    She shot him a dirty look. “Great. No pressure.”
    He winked and settled back into a leather love seat to read a magazine.
    No pressure for him. She went to work.
    Hours later she linked her fingers over her head. She was in. That bad boy firewall cleared like smoke and she could see the plans for the first virtual weapon. Holy hot tamales! She’d never seen anything like it. Was it a plane, ship, or some high-tech hybrid? She turned it 360 degrees and then rotated it upside down studying all the angles, vertices and planes. There wasn’t a cockpit, per se, and no space for a virtual player to sit. A drone, then. And the weaponry on it! Missile launchers, lasers, and some jagged-slicer thingy.
    Global Games was light-years beyond the competition with this realistic high-tech weaponry. A fangirl thrill rolled through her. The games were going to rock so hard. She studied the 3-D plans for the next weapon—a sort of mini-rocket that could hover and maneuver like a helicopter, also a drone. The next was a motorcycle-type vehicle that formed a virtual bubble around the player and shielded him from gunfire, explosions and…water! This thing could dive to depths of a thousand feet, or more. All the stats, dimensions, and capabilities were there. Wow, they looked so real.
    “You need to see this.” Her husky voice was back.
    Jacques’s feet hit the floor and he moved quickly behind her. “I am disappointed. I thought you could do it. I will inform the director that I was wrong.”
    “You don’t get it. I’m in—”
    He cut her off by digging his fingernails into her shoulder. “In trouble? No, do not worry your pretty head about it. However, I am afraid the director will not hire you now.”
    “What are you talking about?” She tipped her face up toward his.
    His dark eyes pierced hers. Dead serious. “Try one more time before you give up.”
    Give up? Had he lost his mind? She was in deep. Her heart pounded with the excitement of what she’d seen.
    Slipping a note into her hand, Jacques gently turned her around to face the monitor. Copy