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“Yup.”

Logan raises one eyebrow. “You sure? She… doesn’t look ready.”

“I’m not ready,” Megan says. “I don’t understand what’s happening and someone needs to fill me in

right now.”

I liked her better yesterday before I actually started putting all her little puzzle pieces together. I

prefer the snarky, sassy, foul-mouthed version of Megan Machette. The one who isn’t in my way.

But… oh, well.

This is a job.

I turn to her and fake a smile to ease her down. “The people who took our boat?” She nods and I

pause. Because it’s not our boat. It’s my boat. But I let that slide for now and get back on point.

“They’re decoys of you and me. We’re going on the helicopter. So Fake Johnny and Fake Megan will

approach the island just like we planned, while the rest of us”—I pan my hand to the room of men

—“will come afterward.”

“We’ll land with the helicopter,” Logan tells her as I clip a helmet to the belt buckle at her waist.

“And escort you to the entrance. Then we’ll go inside and get what Johnny needs.”

Megan turns to look at me, shocked. “What? I thought this was a very simple look-at-maps kind of

operation? When did it turn into a full-fledged aerial assault? And it’s not even time yet! We’re early!

We’re hours early!”

“We’re still looking for maps, OK?” I say. “And the time doesn’t matter. Trust me. It’s gonna be fine.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but Logan cuts her off by saying, “Good, let’s go. Everyone

topside.”

And everyone moves on his command. I grab Megan by the arm because I get the feeling she needs

the encouragement, but she shrugs me off and slips ahead of me so she’s right behind Logan.

The helicopter was the main hold-up yesterday when Logan started putting together my list of

supplies. The helicopter he usually keeps on this yacht only seats four and he decided we’d go in with

a team of six, plus Megan. So he borrowed this one from… somewhere.

We pile in. Logan sits up front with the pilot and I step aside, taking Megan with me, to let the three

other men pile in the third row, then I motion her to move forward.

She says nothing, but that’s only because the rotors are spinning and it’s far too loud to speak until

we settle in our seats and slip the headsets on.