“I’m glad your instinct was correct, Sinclair,” Charlie answered.
“You know I can handle myself, so what else do you have?”
“I met with Frank after I met with you and Troy. I told him that you and your team were planning on leaving the country. I explained to him that you were able to ascertain that Westcott was the mole, but you had no hard proof. Frank said he would help in any way he could and would meet with Westcott to try and stop his vendetta.
“When Frank told me he was going to meet with Westcott, I asked him to plant a wire in the room. He agreed.”
“I’m not thrilled you involved Frank, but I trust your judgment. There is still something you haven’t said, you wouldn’t send this many messages just for that.”
“Frank put a tracer on Westcott. After their meeting, we were able to follow and watch him and four others in a rather intense conversation.”
Tapping could be heard and then four pictures popped up on the monitor.
Sin studied the pictures and turned the screen, so everyone could get a good look at them.
“Son of a Bitch!”
Everyone turned to Fletcher.
“You know them?” Sin asked.
“Yeah, they’re known as Satan’s Assassins.” He turned the laptop back toward Sin. “I hope your government hasn’t employed these bastards.”
“I wasn’t able to find any of them in the system,” Charlie said.
“That makes sense,” Fletcher said. “They are contract workers and they strictly work as eliminators—they pride themselves on the fact that they leave no trace or trail—they kill all contacts. All they care about is money. Nothing is off the board for these four.”
“It was ascertained that Westcott hired the assas―the men―and they are headed your way,” Charlie said. “If they are everything Fletcher has said they are, you need to alter the previous plan. You will need to stay in the black the entire time.”
Sin sat back in deep thought. “Charlie, can you get word through to Westcott that we are in Puerto Cabezas. I don’t want these animals anywhere near Manuel and Serena.”
“I’ll put up fake intel, showing you and your unit going straight from the airport to Puerto Cabezas,” Charlie said. “I’ll also have some ‘friends’ watch Manuel and Serena until this mission is over.”
“The same friends who delivered our hardware?”
“Yeah,” Charlie replied. “I asked them to stay local for a few days in case they were needed.”
Sin’s posture relaxed slightly as she heard Charlie’s words. “Thanks. If these assassins are even close to what Fletch just described, I want them headed straight to Puerto Cabezas, we will handle the rest.”
“Consider it done,” Charlie said.
“Thank you.”
“Sinclair, I have one other thing to discuss with you—privately.”
Sin took the laptop and sat on the front step outside. “I’m alone,” she said.
“I was able to figure out who Marilyn is.”
Sin stomped her boot off the wooden step and her heart began to pound against her chest wall. “Who? How?”
“Westcott screwed up,” Charlie said. “After Frank left the meeting, Westcott called someone on his private phone, telling them—her—that you left the country. He spoke of what he had planned and then he mentioned the Annual White House New Year’s Eve Party.”
“She’ll be there?” Excitement filled Sin’s voice.
“She will.”
“So, you made me wait long enough, who the hell is she?”
Sin disconnected her signal after hearing the identity of the mysterious Marilyn. She was so pissed, she stayed outside for a while trying to regain her composure.
Thirty minutes later, Sin stubbed out another cigarette and rejoined her unit inside.
With Satan’s Assassins now headed to Puerto Cabezas, she needed a new plan, and she needed to come up with it by sunup.
55
Sin and her unit arrived outside of Puerto Cabezas at five p.m. There, she reviewed the plan one more time. She pulled a rough drawing from her pocket and laid it on the ground.
“This is the back door I entered when I hit Veloz.” She pointed to the columns in the room. “It’s the mechanical room and these are the support columns. Charlie confirmed my intel. We set the explosives and then lead Westcott’s men into the same room.” No one spoke as she folded up the paper and placed it back in her pocket. “When we approach the condominium, we need to show ourselves at the last second before entering. We need the assassins to follow us in.
“Garcia and Wilson, you will cover us from a distance. Hobson and Marcus, you will be their spotters.” She addressed the snipers, “If you think the assassins have the drop on us, take them out.” She pointed a finger at both of them. “The primary mission stays the same. I want the bastards to follow us into the building. You are to only terminate your targets, in dire circumstances. Affirmative?”
“Affirmative,” Wilson responded.
Garcia nodded, “Loud and clear, boss lady.”
Sin then split the unit in two. She would command Alpha team and Fletcher would command Bravo team. The teams were to stay on the outskirts of the city until it was time to be seen.
“Bravo, do you read?”
“Ten-four, Alpha. We have eyes on the prize from a half mile away.”
“Alpha team is within walking distance from target.” Sin replied. “I will confirm when the locals have spotted Westcott’s men.”
“Ten-four.”
Sin and Fletcher had the civilians memorize the faces of the Assassins before sending them into the town. As soon as they had a visual on them, they were to report back to the team leaders. With confirmation came payment. It would be the easiest money these men would ever make.
Sin sent her sniper team, Garcia and Hobson, dressed like locals to the rooftop of another condemned building opposite the condominium. Fletcher’s sniper team, Wilson and Marcus, were on a ridge on the outskirts of town—high enough up to have a clear view at the front of the Condominio Elegante.
It didn’t take long for the locals to find all of the men. Satan’s Assassins were
