Lock and Load (SEAL EXtreme Team) Read Online Free Page B

office. “Hey!”
    “Even if I told them you didn’t take anything, why would they believe me? I was the one who brought you in. Search her good. There must be no question.”
    The guard’s rough hands seemed to be everywhere. He was enjoying this.
    “Listen, man, you grab my ass again, you’re balls will have to be surgically removed from your throat,” she snarled in Cantonese.
    “Best to keep those pretty lips shut, chère. He does not like mouthy women,” Jacques said.
    “And you!” She rounded on Jacques. “I trusted you!” Rage flooded her veins. She curled her fist and swung, connecting with his nose.
    His dark eyes flew open with surprise, but he chuckled as his blood ran. “You’ve always been feisty. I like that in women.”  He held a handkerchief to his nose.
    When the guard finished his search, Amber glared at him. “I told you. I’m no thief.” She had a checkered past, yes, but she’d put all of that behind her. At least, she had until today. She glared at Jacques. Had he pulled her back into the life she was trying so hard to run away from? Damn him! When would she learn?
    Taking her hand, Jacques kissed her knuckle like a gentleman from the flippin’ Dark Ages. “ Au revoir. Be a good girl and leave quietly.”
    Like that would happen.
    She screamed her fury. Ugly gripped her elbow and man-handled her down the corridor toward the elevator. Spewing every Cantonese cuss word she knew, she struggled to break free. No one rushed to her aide. The noodle-eating man refused to look up when she was dragged by his cubicle and dumped into the elevator. The next thing she knew she was deposited outside the building and the large glass door closed in her face.
    What just happened? It wasn’t until she was in a taxi on the way to her flat that she opened the hand Jacques had kissed. Nestled in her palm was another note Jacques had scribbled while Ugly had been busy frisking her.
    Tell no one. We’ll have money for new things once we are safely away. You’ve got quite a right hook, mon coeur . Well done.
    It had all been an act. Why hadn’t Jacques clued her in earlier? Maybe she wouldn’t have punched him in the nose. She stripped out of her business suit and put on her more usual garb—a black mini, black shirt, and her favorite thigh high boots. She popped the nose ring back in and took the bobby pins out to let her hair down. Better. She felt more like herself, but a bad feeling burrowed in her stomach. Safely away. Who was Jacques running from?
    She went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The jiggling of the lock at the front door froze her blood. Someone was trying to get inside her flat! She didn’t own a gun, having no idea how to use a real one. She grabbed a knife from the wooden block. With the blade raised, she crept toward the front door.
    Jacques was standing in the entry after having used the key she’d given him. “Ah, not enough that you bloodied my nose, you want to cut out my heart too?” He laughed.
    “Jacques, oh my God. I could have stabbed you.” She put the knife on the table. “I’m completely freaked out. Tell me what’s going on.”
    “What’s going on, ma chère …” He scooped her up in his arms and swung her around.”…is that we are going to be rich.”
    “How?”
    “Because of this.” Still grinning he pulled the memory stick out of his pocket. “We will sell it to the highest bidder.”
    “Like Nintendo? Are you out of your mind? Supremely bad plan, Jacques. You can’t sell the weapon designs.”
    He threw his head back and laughed. “Nintendo? I hadn’t thought about them. Perhaps so.”
    She hated to be laughed at, especially when she was so scared. “Konami, Sega. It doesn’t matter. This isn’t the way to solve your money problems. You think you have this figured out, think again. What if instead of buying they turn you in…” Her heart pounded a little harder. “...us. What if they turn us into the authorities for hacking Global