He blinked.
Shanti?
She shook her head, pressed a finger to her lips, then pointed.
Two men sat in the front of the helicopter, but he didn’t recognize them.
The helicopter.
They had arrived at the airport, and he’d escorted Shanti on board. Then one of the bastards had drawn a weapon and…nothing.
He’d been shot, and the helicopter had been hijacked.
He didn’t have to wonder where the bullet had struck him. He seemed to have all of his bodily functions, so the round must not have penetrated. It had grazed his temple, knocking him clean out and making him bleed like a stuck pig.
Shanti mouthed words to him.They think you’re dead.
They were in for a nasty surprise.
How long?
She held up one finger.About an hour.
Where are we?
She pointed down.Myanmar.
Fuck.
Then Shanti showed him something he hadn’t expected to see. She was sitting on his Glock.
His heart gave a thud.
Damn. He was in love now.
How had she managed that? How had the woman who was afraid of firearms found the courage to recover and hide one under the noses of two armed assholes?
He pointed to his right side.I have another one.
Amber eyes went wide, her lips forming a surprised “Oh!”
She pointed up.Drone.
So, the drone was following them. Had Cruz and Jones been hit?
Connor had no way of knowing. His radio was gone.
They killed the pilots.
Ah, shit.
Connor hadn’t known John Hatch or Robert Davis well, but Hatch had come from the Coast Guard with the reputation of being a kickass chopper pilot. Corbray and Tower would take this hard. Cobra had never suffered a fatality before.
He closed his eyes, took stock of his situation. He was flying over Myanmar with two unknown assailants who had just killed two operators, stolen Cobra’s helicopter, and kidnapped him and his client. He had two pistols, limited flying skills, no backup, and no idea how his body would react if he got to his feet and needed to fight.
It sucks to be you.
He had only two things going for him—he was armed, and their captors thought he was dead.