Dungeon Royale (Masters and Mercenaries) (34 page)

Penelope leaned forward. “If he has pure intentions, why wouldn’t he go to the government?”

She pushed a hand through her hair as she spoke. “I don’t know. I just wanted a big story, all right? My career hasn’t exactly been smashing. My editor wants to move me to the society pages. He thinks I’m not smart enough to work anything but debutante parties. He thought my piece on Nature’s Core was a fluff piece, but I’m going to show him. It was my idea to use the boat. I’ve gone on a couple of cruises and the security isn’t the best.”

“And if you’re being used by a terrorist to get into England?” Damon was well aware he wasn’t using his charming voice. “How is that going to affect your career? When you abet a terrorist, I think you might get relegated to something less pleasant than society weddings.”

“He’s not a terrorist,” she shot back.

“How do you know that?”

She pointed to the picture. “Look at him. He’s a geek. Geeks aren’t terrorists.”

“You’ve obviously never met my sister-in-law,” Taggart said.

His wife sent Tag a nasty look, but it was so much more than Penelope sent his way.

There was a knock and Simon let Chelsea in. She moved past him, obviously trying not to touch the big guy. “It’s all porn and pictures of naked chicks.”

Candice gasped. “Hey, that’s mine. You’re not supposed to look at that.”

Chelsea tossed it to Damon. “This is not the droid we were looking for, boss. I’m going back to bed before the spa staff gets in. They smell better than the maids, but god they love to talk in like fifteen different languages. This assignment sucks.”

Jesse grinned her way. “Hey, I saw one of the head waiters hitting on you. Nice.”

Simon frowned. “Staff isn’t supposed to mingle in that fashion.”

Chelsea gave him back a nasty look. “Oh, we’re only supposed to sleep with guests, huh?”

She turned and stormed out.

Damon was getting sick of the soap opera, but Tag just grinned as though the world was his entertainment.

“Sorry.” Jesse held his hands up. “I was just teasing her. It wasn’t like she took him up on it. She doesn’t look at anyone except Simon, and even then it’s only when she thinks he’s not looking.”

“Could we deal with the problem at hand?” Simon asked. “If she doesn’t know anything, then we need Walter Bennett and we need him damn soon.”

“Look, I’m obviously in over my head. This was a stupid plan. I should have known it was too good to be true.” Candice wiped away tears.

The last thing he needed was another crying female. “When are you meeting with Bennett?”

She sniffled a little. “Tomorrow. I’m meeting him at someplace called the Rock Church. It’s in Helsinki. I’m supposed to be there at three. It gives us just enough time to get Walter on the boat. He looks a bit like Rob. Rob is going to spend a couple of days with some mates from university and then fly back in time to pick us up from Dover.”

Bennett bore a nominal resemblance to Tilman. They were roughly the same height, same coloring. If Bennett took off his glasses, he would likely be able to use the card the cruise company had assigned to Tilman. He wouldn’t need a passport if he didn’t go into the ports that required them and he wouldn’t need to show one to get back into England. He would be flying utterly under the radar.

“I’m going to need you to make that meeting. I’ll let you talk to my boss tonight so you feel more comfortable with me, but I need you to cooperate until I can take Bennett into custody and figure this mess out. Is that understood?”

She nodded, tears still in her eyes.

“Penelope? Would you take her to our cabin and use the sat phone to contact Nigel? He’s going to want to talk to her.” He could give Penelope something to do, take her mind off whatever was bothering her, make her feel like one of the team.

She stood up and gave Candice a smile. “Yes, I can certainly do that. And while we’re at it, I’ll order us some tea. Charlotte, should we leave the men to their plotting?”

So she saw right through his plans. He found it rather frustrating. “Someone needs to talk to Nigel.”

“Of course.” She walked by him, clutching her keycard. Candice and Charlotte followed.

“Dude, what did you do? Because Penny looked pissed.” Jesse seemed to be very good at stating the obvious.

“He punished her for doing her job,” Simon said, pulling his jacket off. “I was watching over them. Jake and I were both there.”

Taggart shook his head. “Don’t you get in the middle of this because you’re pissed about Chelsea. She was given very specific instructions. No matter what she and Charlie say, this was not going to be the only time for us to get that kit.”

“They were fine,” Simon bit back.

“They’re not your subs, Weston.” Damon was sick of people questioning his rights. It was his right to keep Penelope safe. She bloody well belonged to him. She was wearing his collar. Well, when she thought to keep it on she was wearing it. “Penelope might be SIS, but she’s not a trained field agent. She’s only here because I need cover and Baz is a bastard who never learned how to play well with others. So I will make the decisions concerning her.”

“Until the operation is over. It looks like you scared her away from the lifestyle. How hard did you hit her?” Weston asked.

Taggart stood up, apparently ready to get between them. “Stand down, Simon. I get it. You’re frustrated and pissy, and I can’t let you take that out on him.”

“But I want to so badly, boss.”

“Step away. Go back to your job. Tell Jake to bring Tilman down here. We have some plans to make. And you stay away from Chelsea tonight.”

“I think I’ll stay away from Chelsea altogether. You’re right, boss. I’ve been frustrated over nothing. I think it’s time I moved on. And Knight, Penny’s my friend. Don’t think this is over. If you hurt her, I’ll take you apart with my bare hands and I’ll enjoy it. I’m not your employee anymore.” He turned and walked away, letting the door slam.

Jesse groaned. “Damn it. I’ll go after him. I don’t want him doing something stupid.” He held his hands up. “I know, boss. I’m usually the one doing stupid shit. I swear I’m going to roofie them both and get it over with.”

He followed Weston out of the room.

Taggart shook his. “Yeah, he doesn’t understand how a roofie works. I’m going to keep him away from the pharmaceuticals. So, how do you want to play this?”

“Well, we need to figure out how big this church is and where to place everyone. We know we can get Bennett on the boat, but perhaps the best thing to do is to take him into custody and get him on the first plane back to London.”

Then his time with Penelope would be over. How long would it be before she moved out? An hour or so? Would he even get a chance to talk to her?

He suddenly knew he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t go back to England and ignore her. He needed her in ways he’d never thought possible. He needed her in his bed and his life. He needed to know she was waiting for him. He needed to know he had time with her.

“But you have to meet with Baz,” Tag pointed out.

Baz. Baz who didn’t really understand the meaning of needing someone. It was why they’d actually worked well together. Baz would prefer that he spend the rest of his likely short life alone because he hadn’t been able to return his affection. He laughed because actually Baz had been a terrible partner. He’d constantly gone behind Damon’s back because he was a secretive fucker who liked to one-up everyone around him. He’d kept things from his handlers, his fellow agents, everyone, so he could pop in at the end and save the day.

Fucker.

“I think I know when I’m supposed to meet Baz.”

Taggart growled and threw his big body back on the couch. “Of course. Three o’clock anywhere but the Rock Church.”

Suspicion began to play in his head. What if Baz was lying to them all? “He wants Bennett. He knows he has to keep Bennett away from me. What better way than to force me to meet him somewhere else while he scoops up the prize?”

“Do you think he made up the threat about our operatives?” Tag seemed to follow his line of thought.

“You know he was always awful with tech. How hard would it be to get that list?”

“From both agencies, damn near impossible unless he has someone on the inside. Adam could probably do it, but it would take him time. But, again, we know he has some people on the inside.”

“People who could get him a list of undercover agents? If he was that well connected, why would he have to wait for Eli Nelson to die to take his place?”

“You really think the fucker’s lying.”

“I think Baz was always climbing the ladder, and he would do it any way he could. He wants to bring this guy in and he’s alone. He knows he doesn’t have a shot until he gets rid of me and the team. He found a way to do it.”

Taggart shook his head. “How does he know about the meet up?”

“He’s been on this case longer than we have. If Agro is a Collective company, I have no doubt they keep a close watch on their employees. If Bennett is going to sell some sort of viral agent, he’s likely had to talk to someone about it. I would bet our reporter’s phone is tagged.”

Taggart was on the small walkie he’d given everyone on the team. “Jake?”

“Yeah, boss?” Jake Dean’s voice came over loud and clear.

“Check his phone.”

“Already done. He’s got a tag and so does she. Tilman is cooperating. He’s crying actually. I think I might have been too honest about what could happen to him. I don’t know that he’s going to be capable of helping us in an undercover capacity.”

Fuck.
At least his girlfriend seemed fairly calm. Damon leaned in so he could be heard. “Thank you, Dean. Tell him he needs to keep his mouth shut. SIS will want to debrief him when he gets back to London.”

Taggart shut off the walkie. “All right, so Baz played the odds and figured out who to listen in on. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t have that list.”

But sometimes an operative had to follow his instincts, and every single one he had was screaming at him that this was just another distraction. “I have to make a call. If he contacts me and tells me where to be at three p.m. tomorrow, I’m going to assume this has all been a distraction. It’s typical Baz. I worked with him for years. I’ve run this play with him. He’s got nothing.”

“Let me send Jesse and Chelsea in as decoys. They’re roughly the right height and size. We dress them up and if Baz shows, Jesse can kill him. He’s a rabid puppy who hasn’t been able to shoot anyone lately. It would likely help me out in the long run.”

“All right. Penelope stays here. I go with you to the church.”

“If you can convince her to stay, man, good for you.”

“She’s my sub. She’ll do what I tell her to.”

Taggart snorted a little as he laughed. “Yeah, you keep believing that, dude. I’m just going to give Charlie a sniper position. She gets mad when I try to treat her like a pretty toy. Even though she’s a really pretty toy. The good news is, she’s a gorgeous fuck toy with killer aim.”

He rather envied Taggart his relationship with his wife. Charlotte was proven in the field. Penelope wasn’t. He couldn’t risk her.

He just worried that he was risking his relationship with her instead.

He took a deep breath and stepped out on the balcony, the cool air from the Baltic whipping against his skin.

It could all be over tomorrow. Penelope would be safe.

So why was he still so scared? It wasn’t a feeling he liked.

He stepped through the door that led to the balcony of his and Penelope’s room. The curtains were open slightly. He could see her sitting at the sofa, speaking into the satellite phone. Her face was soft, blonde hair curling around her jaw. So beautiful.

He couldn’t lose her. He just couldn’t.

Chapter Sixteen

Penny pulled her sweater around her. Despite the fact that it was summer, there was an overcast sky looming across Helsinki.

She sat next to Damon in the car that had been waiting for them when they got off the boat. Chelsea and Jesse had gotten on the bus she and Damon were scheduled to be on. Chelsea had seemed calm, but Jesse had been treated to what looked like a long lecture from Simon Weston likely on what would happen if Chelsea didn’t come back in one piece.

Of course, she’d heard the same lecture from Damon, though she didn’t credit it with any deep affection. He simply didn’t want more guilt on his hands, most likely. Or he didn’t want Baz to have the satisfaction of winning.

Taggart was driving with Candice in the front with him.

She’d tried to get in next to Charlotte, hoping Ian would take the other seat in the back, but Damon had tossed him the keys. He’d crowded in beside her, leaving her no choice but to move to the center and allow him to sit next to her.

She stared out the window on Charlotte’s side, watching the shipyards go by. Massive cranes were moving parts into place for what looked like an enormous icebreaker.

Damon moved beside her, his hips touching hers. “Are you sure you want to do this? There’s no reason for you to be here.”

“I want her,” Candice said with a frown in the rearview mirror. “I trust her. I’m not sure I trust you. Operatives like you aren’t exactly known for giving a damn who gets taken out in the line of fire. I think you’ll be a bit more careful if your girlfriend is around.”