Ice Woman Assignment (30 page)

Cowering, intimidated animals had become a pack of ferocious predators and the sound from those slavering maws drove Morgan forward. He dived through the door and Frederico slid it into place behind him. Anaconda never got closer than fifteen feet from the glass wall. Felicity dropped her head, but Morgan and Frederico, for different reasons, felt drawn to watch the grisly scene. When she fell forward, Anaconda's mirror eyes held Morgan's for an instant, before predatory jaws closed on her face. She never got a chance to scream. The slavering sounds mingled with occasional short growls as the beasts fought over their prey. In two minutes, nothing recognizable as a woman remained.

On her knees at Morgan's side, Felicity said “Sure and she won't be coming back from that.”

“She'll come back,” Morgan said somberly. “They always come back.”

“We must look a sight,” Felicity said, climbing down from a Ford Ranger they “borrowed” from Anaconda's retreat.

“Well, they look okay,” Roberts said, nodding toward the men. “You look like a little kid in her father's clothes.”

“After we phoned you, I scouted the house,” Felicity said. “There weren't any women's clothes that came close to fitting me, so I had to take men's stuff.”

“Well the reports are already coming in,” Roberts said, ushering his three guests into his office building. “At least I never have to wonder where you've been.”

“Just what do you mean by that,” Morgan asked. He regretted snapping at his old friend, but he was as tired as he could imagine being. Plus, he hated wearing someone else's clothes, especially since the man he took them from did not seem particularly clean.

“Well, for one thing, I mean you leave a trail of unconscious and dead men. And women.”

“So what are they…wow. Mark, you're my hero.” Felicity had just stepped into the conference room. The table was laden to overflowing with food. She sat and began filling a plate with whatever her hand fell on. Morgan and Frederico followed suit. Roberts sat smiling, watching his guests filling themselves. It was all basic breakfast fare and pretty bland, but it was hot and fresh and filling. After six or seven scrambled eggs, Morgan slowed down.

“Just what are your reports saying?” he asked.

“You'll be pleased to know that the Escorpionistas are in chaos,” Roberts answered. “The sudden leadership vacuum has them sniping at each other in a massive power struggle. The locals don't generally like to get involved in that stuff but after talking to you, I made a couple of calls. I got the Colombian National Guard to investigate this report of a helicopter crash in the mountains. In the process a number of small time gangsters were gathered up.”

“So, all the deaths and injuries get chalked up to infighting?” Felicity asked, using fingers as a comb to keep her hair out of her food.

“Roger that! And the bonus is, with production shut down for now and no real leadership, it looks like The Escorpionistas won't be exporting any ice to the States for a while.”

Morgan stopped eating and opened his mouth to say something, but reconsidered. He looked at his partner and saw that she had followed the same thought pattern.

“You're right,” Felicity said with a weary sigh. “It wasn't worth it. Nothing could be.” She stopped with a fork halfway to her mouth, and lowered it as if her appetite had faded. She rose from her place and went to one of the windows. Morgan was about to ask about her pensive mood, but he had a feeling she wanted to be out of their conversation for a while.

“Do you need a ride home, Frederico?” Roberts asked.

“Home?” The question seemed to surprise Frederico. “My mistress is gone. My brother is gone. I have nothing here but parents who sold me for money. There is nothing for me here. I hope to go to America and get a new start.”

“I'm sure we can find you a place to stay,” Morgan said. “There's got to be a job for a guy with your talents. Maybe in Las Vegas, or at a race track, eh?”

Away from the group, Felicity stared at the mountains dwarfing the city below and slowly shook her head. She had lied to Anaconda after all. The scars, physical and emotional, did not go away. She had always been proud of her body. Now she realized that was where the real damage was. Not to her body, but to her pride.

“I'll deal with it,” Felicity whispered to herself. “I'll just have to be as strong as Morgan.” She said it, even as she realized she would be leaning on him more than ever. Forcing herself to stand straighter, she turned to face the group.

Behind her, Morgan was looking at Roberts, only half listening to him. “By the way,” Roberts was saying to Morgan, “not all the calls I made last night were local. I managed to get in touch with…”

Before he could finish the sentence, the door banged open against the wall and Claudette Christophe blew into the room. She was dressed casually and her eyes sagged from sleeplessness. Morgan leaped from his chair and rushed into her embrace.

“God, it's good to see you,” he said into her jacket collar. Her face and body felt cold, but she clung to Morgan as a nursing baby would its mother. “This assignment has been one snafu after another from the get go. Chuck Barton is dead. And I…I got a girl killed.”

“Do not worry, mon cher. Mister Roberts has told me more about what happened than I really should know. I can make you whole again, my love.”

“Maybe later,” Morgan said, pushing a hand through her straightened black hair. “I need to be by myself for a while. I'm going away.”

“Merde,” Claudette snapped. “This running off to lick your wounds is for children. I am here for you. And I can heal you.”

“You don't understand.” Morgan pulled away just enough to see her sharp, dark eyes. “The girl and I, we…”

“I can guess.” Claudette's face was stern but not hurt. “I don't expect to own you, but when the time comes for caring, I want it to be me.”

Morgan stared out the window at the giant cross standing at the crest of one of the mountains surrounding the city of Bogota. He considered that perhaps he would try healing after a mission without the solitude he had grown accustomed to. It was not like a lifetime commitment, after all. He was not yet ready for that. Or was he?

So much of his life had changed since he met Felicity. He was a businessman now, with responsibilities and a permanent address. In some ways he had committed to his partner. After their years as lovers, did he not owe Claudette a certain commitment as well? Maybe, just maybe, he would try to tell her he really cared.

That thought reminded him they were in a rather public area for this conversation. When he looked over his shoulder he found Roberts staring, Felicity smiling, and Frederico pointedly looking away.

“Say yes, partner,” Felicity said, “and give yourself a real vacation. You deserve it. Come back when you're ready.” Then, more quietly, “I'm not really sure what I'm going to do.”

Morgan stepped out of Claudette's embrace and put a hand on Felicity's shoulder. Now he felt this war was over, and the healing time really would begin.

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Collateral Damage

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Damaged Goods

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The Payback Assignment

Morgan Stark, is stranded in the Central American nation of Belize after a raid goes wrong. Felicity O'Brien is stranded in the jungle south of Mexico after doing a job for an American client.

When these two meet, they learn they've been double-crossed by the same man: Adrian Seagrave, a ruthless businessman maintaining his respectability by having others do his dirty work.

Morgan and Felicity become friends and partners while following their common enemy's trail. They become even closer when they find they share a peculiar psychic link, allowing them to sense danger approaching themselves, or each other.

But their extrasensory abilities and fighting skills are tested to their limits against Seagrave's soldiers-for-hire and Monk, his giant simian bodyguard. A series of battles from California to New York lead to a final confrontation with Seagrave's army of hired killers in a skyscraper engulfed by flames.

The Orion Assignment

Felicity O'Brien travels to her native Ireland to defend her uncle's Catholic parish. The job looks easy until they meet Ian O'Ryan, an IRA terrorist who believes he is the reincarnation of Orion the ancient hunter. He is determined to keep the violence alive in Ireland and to spread it throughout the island. Morgan and Felicity use their psychic link to alert them to danger. But against O'Ryan they face danger from an entire army of enemies.

Trying to separate patriotic mercenaries from heartless terrorists leads them to a sniper mission on the rocky Irish coast, a deadly high speed motorcycle race in Belgium, and a final confrontation on an island off the coast of France where Morgan could die by slow torture if Felicity doesn't find him in time.