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don’t have any qualms about taking out one of your own.”
    “Not one of my own. I’m a free agent now.”
    “You’re a coward and a traitor.”
    The pilot smiled. “But very rich.”
    “So tell me, Meeks. How does this work? You kill two federal agents and deliver a DOD scientist to a terrorist group? You think they’re really going to pay you?”
    “I’ve already got half of it.”
    “And you think the CIA is going to walk away and let you live happily ever after?”
    “I’ll be able to afford to get lost anywhere in the world.”
    “There’s no place remote enough on this earth that will keep the CIA from finding you.”
    “Unless they think I’m dead.” His eyes flicked to the pistol at Sean’s hip. “Give me your weapon, GPS unit and radio.”
    When Cutter hesitated, the other man pulled back the slide on the weapon. “Do it or I’ll take out your kneecaps first.”
    Hoping to buy time, Cutter pulled the radio and GPS unit from his belt and tossed both to the ground.
    Meeks stepped forward and crushed the radiobeneath his boot. “The gun, too, Cutter. Stop wasting my time.”
    Relinquishing his weapon was the one thing Cutter would not do. He knew Meeks was going to kill him, then deliver this scientist to a dangerous terrorist cell. If he wanted to prevent both of those things from happening he was going to have to make a move.
    Putting his hand on his weapon, he stepped closer. “You son of a bitch.”
    Cutter’s nerves jigged when the other man shifted the gun to his chest. “Nice and slow. The gun. Now.”
    Cutter went for his weapon, brought up the muzzle. But he wasn’t fast enough. The other man fired. The bullet struck him in the chest like a baseball bat slamming in a homerun. The breath left his lungs in a sound that was half roar, half curse. He reeled backward, lost his footing. The next thing he knew his back hit the ground. Pain radiated through his chest. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Dizziness descended like a fast-acting narcotic.
    Through the haze of pain Cutter was aware of the pilot pointing the weapon at the woman. “Get in the chopper, bitch.”
    Cutter felt himself fading in and out of consciousness. But there was no way he could let Meeks fly out with Mattie Logan in tow. She was a walking time bomb. If The Jaguar got his hands on her, the world would pay a terrible price.
    He tried to sit up, but searing pain sent him back down. He tried to draw a breath, succeeded only in making an undignified sound. Damn. He hadn’t wanted things to end this way…
    He was wondering how the situation could get any worse when four men wielding semiautomatic rifles stormed the clearing.
     
    SHE WAS GOING TO DIE. If not by the hand of the pilot, then certainly by one of the gunmen. Two minutes ago her biggest concern had been clearing her name. Now, at the mercy of five brutal killers, she figured she’d be lucky to walk away in one piece.
    Mattie couldn’t take her eyes off the man called Cutter as he lay on the ground a few feet away. A crimson stain the size of a saucer bloomed on his shirt. She hadn’t wanted to go back with him, but she certainly hadn’t wanted to see him shot down like an animal.
    She stood frozen, her heart pounding wildly as the four men verged on the pilot. The leaderof the group was a thin man of average height. His coal-black hair was swept back from a high forehead. Eyes the color of midnight swept from the man on the ground, to Mattie.
    “I see you are a man of your word,” he said to the pilot.
    “Signed, sealed and delivered,” the pilot replied.
    The man’s black eyes swept down the front of her. “You are not what I expected.”
    “I don’t know anything,” she blurted.
    Sick amusement danced in his eyes. “What you know remains to be seen, doesn’t it?”
    She jolted when he raised his hand and brushed her jaw with his knuckle. “It makes no difference to me if you are a woman or a man. One way or another, you will tell me