Grease Monkey [Drunk Monkeys 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton

Author:Tymber Dalton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2014-08-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Four-star General Joseph Arliss sat at his desk and plugged away at e-mails late that afternoon. When he heard the knock on his door, he called out, “Come.”

Two-star Major General George Macaletto opened the door. “You requested to see me, sir?”

Arliss waved him in. “Close the door.”

He did before walking over to Arliss’ desk.

“I have a mission for you,” Arliss said without preamble. “Top secret. You leave immediately.”

The man frowned. “Sir?”

“You heard me. I need you to take a helo from Andrews Field over to Dover. My car will drive you to Andrews. You’re flying out ASAP to El Segundo.”

Good. The man looked more than confused. He looked stunned. Arliss had wanted him off-balance from the moment Macaletto set foot in his office.

“Sir? Do I get to stop by home first and pack?”

“No. You won’t be out there long enough to need anything. You will meet with a contact and bring them in.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will call me when you reach El Segundo and I’ll give you the particulars then. But it looks like Dr. Riley Perkins is in Los Angeles, and we have someone who says they know exactly where she is.”

“Wait, the Dr. Perkins, from The List?”

“Yes. This is why it’s top secret.”

“Why aren’t you having someone out there bring her in, then? Isn’t that vital?”

“Because apparently there was an attempt on her life in the past couple of days. She’s terrified. She wants top brass guarantees that she will be brought in safely. That’s why I’m trusting you not to fuck this up, George. I would go myself except I’d raise a hell of a lot more ruckus by doing that. So I’m sending you. I’m counting on you. Is this going to be a problem, or do I need to rethink my command structure?”

“I…no, sir. No problem. May I call my wife?”

“You may tell her only that you have an emergency assignment, and you’ll be home by tomorrow night. Anything you need, you can pick up at El Segundo.”

Well, likely not, but Arliss wasn’t about to tell the traitor that.

“Yes, sir.”

Arliss handed him the burner cell he’d already set up with Bubba. “Use this. The number to call me is preprogrammed into the directory. As soon as you’re on the ground out there. Understand me? That’s a direct order, in case you were wondering.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get moving. My driver is waiting for you downstairs.”

“Yes, sir.”

Macaletto left, closing the door behind him.

Immediately, Arliss pulled another burner cell out of his pocket and texted Bubba.

He’s got it.

A moment later, his phone buzzed in reply.

Ok. Will let you know.

Arliss slipped the cell into his pocket. The one he’d given Macaletto had a special feature the man didn’t know about. Even if it was turned off, it had a separate microphone in it Bubba had rigged to record everything nearby. When the phone was on, it would transmit the files to Bubba without the user knowing.

That meant any calls Macaletto made on another phone, they’d hear at least his side of them.

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