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I’m Coming for You

This is a continuation of ‘Advantage: Team Michael‘

Michael veered the BMW onto a narrow road that was lined with trees on both sides and no streetlights to guide the way, just the car’s headlights. He eased his foot off the accelerator, navigating the slow bending turn, and then his gaze immediately focused on the bright lights in the distance.

“Jesus, Michael!” Brian grunted. “You think that’s going to help?”

Michael didn’t respond as they entered the parking lot and passed the half-dozen new...

Advantage: Team Michael

This is a continuation of ‘The Mole‘

“Everything all right?” Michael asked as he walked into the den.

Sam, seated on the brown leather sofa and staring blankly at his laptop, didn’t look up. He ran his hand through his hair, then said, “My editor won’t run the story. Doesn’t like my anonymous source, and is also pulling that national security BS excuse.”

Watching Sam glide his hand through his thick black hair took Michael back to the nights they’d spent together. How many times had he run his ...

The Mole

This is a continuation of ‘The Squeeze‘

Michael and Brian followed Josh down the hall towards the raspy voice barking orders. They entered a cozy room filled laptops, wall monitors, and other electronic equipment. It reminded him of the rooms at Agency headquarters adjacent to the holding cells and setup for surveillance. Alex, one of Coburg’s security men whom they’d met earlier, was seated at the lone desk. He was simultaneously shouting into a radio and studying the six monitors streaming im...

The Squeeze

This is a continuation of ‘Sold Out‘

“I need to make a call.” Michael looked at Sam. “Do you mind if I use your bedroom?”

“Go ahead,” Sam said with an edge.

Michael opened his mouth to respond, but the words clung to the back of his throat. Now wasn’t the time to alienate the one person who might be able to expose Adam Clarke. And he had to remember his mission: Keep Brian safe. He strode to the bedroom, closed the door and dialled.

“What’s going on?” was Brian’s panicked greeting on the other ...

Sold Out

A continuation of ‘Whatever It Takes‘

“I wouldn’t do that,” Michael warned when he saw Marceau’s hand move. Was he going for a panic button under his desk? “I don’t have a lot to lose at the moment, so I have no problem killing you.”

“Let’s all take a breath.” James glared at Michael, then turned to Marceau. “Please, André, we just need a few moments of your time, and for you to answer a few questions.”

“I’m the Minister of Justice,” Marceau snapped. “You just can’t come in here and threaten me...

Whatever It Takes

This is a continuation of ‘Never Leave a Man Behind‘

“What are you saying exactly?” Brian asked.

Michael, holding Brian’s hands, applied a little pressure. “What you did hurt me, Brian, and I’m still angry. I’ll get over it. Maybe not completely, but I…” He bit his lip. “When it comes to our marriage, until certain events … it seemed like we were always on our honeymoon.”

“Does that mean you still —”

“Yes, silly. I still love you.”

“You can understand, though, why I’m asking, right?”

Michael no...

Never Leave a Man Behind

A Continuation of ‘The Getaway‘

Michael entered Burnt ahead of Josh and pointed towards the counter. “How about grabbing us a couple of lattes?”

“Sorry,” Josh said unapologetically. “I told you I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Michael mumbled unintelligibly as he headed towards the guy in the black baseball cap and sunglasses who was seated at the table the farthest away from the entrance.

“Dude, what the f…”

Michael waved him off as he and Josh sat down. “Didn’t have a choice. He’s here t...

The Getaway

A continuation of ‘A Little Help from a Friend‘

“Hey, Siri…” Michael didn’t know how long he’d slept, but the heaviness in his head when he opened his eyes told him it wasn’t long. “What time is it?”

“It’s six ten,” the male voice with the Australian accent announced.

Michael rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, pushed back the duvet and slipped out of bed. Rummaged through his bag for clean clothes, then slowly opened the bedroom door. Peeked into the hall, which was empty, and hustled to the bat...

A Little Help from a Friend

This is a continuation of ‘Time to Change the Rules‘

Michael, seated in the passenger seat of the silver Mercedes-Benz C300, stared blankly out the window into the darkness. Josh had agreed, or maybe he’d been ordered, to drive him back to the ‘cottage’ in Kemptville. Michael wanted to pick up his vehicle and didn’t want to wait until morning. He was already mentally working through different scenarios as to what he’d do next. And he didn’t want to rely on James or Josh, especially when he stil...

Time to Change the Rules

A continuation of ‘Where Do We Go from Here?‘

Michael pulled the trigger repeatedly until he’d emptied the magazine, reloaded, then, crouching, rushed to Brian. “Where are you hit?”

“My shoulder.” Brian grunted. “I’ll be fine.”

“Come on.” Michael helped Brian to his feet, then they made it to the hallway. It was the one space where their attackers couldn’t see them through night vision goggles. He crawled on his knees to the stove, grabbed the dish towel hanging on the oven door, then hustled b...