Dark Rule (COIL Book 3) by D.I. Telbat

Author:D.I. Telbat [Telbat, D.I.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: In Season Publications
Published: 2013-11-21T16:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Nineteen

With steely eyes, Heather Kooper gazed out of the commercial jet window as it descended upon the Balkan Peninsula to land in Athens. She'd been in Athens dozens of times—none of them for pleasure, always for work. Or maybe it was for pleasure since she loved her work so much.

She exited the plane on the tarmac and waited in line as the baggage handlers unloaded their belongings. From the corner of her eye, Heather acknowledged Bruce Lavers' bear-like frame. The third member of the team, Clifford Lavers, was to her right. The two brothers were nothing alike, and neither of them fit into the crowd as she did, but she'd worked with them often enough to know they were dependable.

Heather secured the strap on her backpack. One never knew what to expect when called out for an operation, so she'd brought everything she might need. Rarely was she called unless a mission demanded her expertise. As a professional Canadian spelunker, she'd brought climbing rope and scuba gear. But if a job didn't fit her exact qualifications, she was always ready to prove herself amongst the mostly-male operatives with whom she worked.

"Hey, honey," a Frenchman greeted as he approached Heather. She figured all he saw was a wiry, brunette with broad shoulders, nearing forty years old. "You all alone in Greece, babe? I'll show you around, if you want."

The Frenchman stopped in his tracks when he was met with the coldest eyes he'd probably ever seen.

"Touch me and you'll regret it." Heather clenched her fists, not bluffing a bit.

"My apologies." He raised his hands defensively as he backed away and lost himself in the waiting crowd.

Glancing at Bruce, Heather nodded at him. Since they were in operative mode, he would've moved in like lightning if anyone bothered her. Clifford, on the other hand—the younger of the brothers—was the type to let her fend for herself, which she appreciated.

Bruce nodded back and crossed his arms as they waited for their luggage. The three-person team had arrived together to meet on Jasper O'Shottie's yacht. Jasper had been one of Heather's principals for over twelve years. Heather, in turn, was the handler for the unofficial team of which Bruce and Clifford were members. There were five others, but at the present, they were actively contracted elsewhere. As requested, she'd come with whom she could round up—which was just the two men. The last time the three had worked together was in Hong Kong two years earlier on a COIL intelligence grab.

The brothers made up their own army. Bruce was forty with a square jaw and bald head. At six-four, he weighed in at a muscled two hundred and fifty. He was bright, quiet, and thoughtful, unlike Clifford, who was four inches shorter, and shot his mouth off as quickly as the thought occurred. Clifford was a skinny one-hundred-eighty pounds, with a limp left over from a terrorist attack in London where he'd been a city policeman. He was too handsome for his own good, even with a bump on his nose, but Heather could barely stand him.

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