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Specifically, the kid and the senator were up to something else. And there wasn’t shit he could do other than be prepared for the worst.
    “Looks like your guests have arrived,” he told DeRoy. “You’re going to play along, Senator. We’ll act as your guards.” He nodded to Walters when he walked back in with the kid combed and cleaned up, looking in better shape than he’d been before. He’d not pissed himself like the old man, but he’d had the glazed expression of a person that had just survived a life or death situation—and he had—but Robert wanted him cool, a bit nervous, but not looking scared to death. “If either of you want to live to see tomorrow, you’ll not make one move that suggests you’re not in agreement with the plan.”
    DeRoy nodded, but the kid mumbled he was ‘on board for that’ under his breath.
    Walters rolled his eyes at the heartfelt declaration. He’d removed his white camouflage gear but still held his rifle. Walters levelled it on DeRoy as soon as Robert unzipped and took off his jacket and snow pants. He shoved them and his rifle behind the couch.
    “Now, we wait,” he said, settling on the desk again.
    “Two minutes, sir,” Taylor sounded winded, but Robert didn’t answer, not wanting the senator to know he had a link to the outside beyond his phone.
    Bryson could have changed positions because of the weather, or he could have moved because of the incoming copters. They’d assumed the buyers would arrive in a truck or SUV, not helicopters. Bryson and Jansen would have to relocate or chance being spotted.
    “Hand me the copy and put this fake in the briefcase,” he instructed Benjamin, handing over his own flash drive.
    The kid scrambled to the briefcase, dropping it off the couch in his hurry. DeRoy was too quiet.
    “If DeRoy blinks wrong, shoot him in the head,” he told Walters.
    Walters grinned lazily and crossed his arms over his chest hugging his gun in a casual display of power. He was in a tan sweater and jeans, his sun-bleached blond hair hanging down over his forehead but his all-American looks were deceiving. He could kill DeRoy without his gun just as well as with it and probably not have a single qualm about it.
    So could Robert. He took out his knife and flipped it a few times, watching the kid get the flash drive out, turn and face him, freezing with a look at the knife.
    “Just hand me the file.”
    Benjamin caught his toe on the Asian carpet, but couldn’t hand the flash drive over quick enough.
    Robert pegged him for seventeen no matter what he’d said about twenty. No way was he old enough to vote.
    “Now close the briefcase,” Robert told him, putting the flash drive in an inside pocket of his BDUs. He speared DeRoy with a look. “You remember our deal. You live if you do your part. You die if you don’t.”
    “I understand completely,” DeRoy responded, but Robert, Walters, and possibly the kid, knew he’d try something. Benjamin moved over on the couch and made himself as small as possible, which wasn’t hard since the kid was all arms and legs. But Robert couldn’t help but feel as if he was up to something too.
    The whirl of helicopters suddenly became loud enough that even DeRoy seemed to make them out with his hearing aid. He straightened in his seat and a calm demeanour settled over his aged face. He folded one leg over the other, as if he was having drinks with the good ol’ boys, and was stupid enough to let a smirk cross his face before he schooled himself into a bored expression. He also avoided all eye contact with Benjamin.
    God damn what I wouldn’t give to have more time .
    Walters glanced at Robert and went to stand by the door. The old man wasn’t going to survive this mission. He would try something and because of it, screw things up, possibly get himself and everyone else killed. Making a quick decision, Robert pocketed his knife and turned to the sneaky old bastard.
    “We answer the door, isn’t that right,