Operation Nightfall (The Phoenix Chronicles Book 12) by Patterson R.J

Author:Patterson, R.J.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Green E-Books
Published: 2024-09-27T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FOUR

WASHINGTON, D.C.

Hawk jammed his hands deep into his pockets and bopped to the music playing through his headphones. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses with a backpack, doing his best to look like a meandering college student walking home from class near Georgetown. At the corner, he took a sharp left and wound back down the sidewalk until he came to an alley with rear garages to the townhomes facing the main street. Trash cans were wedged into tight spots in narrow spaces between the houses that were mere feet away from each other. There was no grass to cut or yards to manicure. It was concrete jungle living at its finest nestled in the heart of Washington.

Once Hawk was in position, he activated his coms. “How’s my little survey guy?”

“I’m gonna choke you with my butterfly net,” Ryder growled.

Hawk laughed. “I think the mechanical monarch on your shoulder is a nice touch. Where’d you get that anyway?”

“You know I’m gonna kill you in your sleep with butterflies—lots of them. They’ll be swarming all over you and you’ll be begging for help. And I’ll just sit back and watch them gnaw away at you until you’re nothing but skin and bones.”

“Man, that escalated quickly. I was just giving you a hard time.”

“I’m approaching the house, so I’d appreciate it if you’d keep the comments to yourself. Comprende, amigo?”

“Si, señorita.”

“¡Muerte a ti!”

Hawk listened over the coms as Ryder took deliberate steps up the walkway, each footfall scuffing against the pavement.

While Hawk and Ryder were accustomed to ops that required ingenuity as well as sharp-shooting skills, this one was a little different. If the situation had been different, a simple snatch-and-grab robbery would’ve worked. But this particular mission required the utmost discretion. If they were going to pull it off, no one could even know what happened, most of all, Smithsonian Natural Museum of History curator Kimberly Jordan.

According to the briefing Morgan May cobbled together, Jordan had only been on the job a couple of years. The frumpy history lover had pivoted in college when she realized her history degree didn’t promise much in the way of a salary. So, she started volunteering at the Smithsonian and changed her major to archeology, putting herself on a track to possibly become a curator. And it didn’t take long for her talent to shine. Six months after graduation, the Smithsonian gave her a full-time position as a curator. And in two years’ time, she climbed the federal ladder and earned the title of senior curator.

Jordan was the best mark because of all the access she held, but she wasn’t an easy one. Her townhome consisted of a motion-detection security system and a fierce Rottweiler named Gunther. She also competed in local Krav Maga competitions and had a bookshelf full of trophies commemorating first-place finishes. Despite how the briefing portrayed her, Jordan was an enigma, all the way down to her blue hair teeming with conservative roots. Cracking the Kimberly Jordan code wouldn’t be easy, but the best idea Hawk crafted was the one they decided to try first.

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