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silent night. A door slowly opened, raising from the bottom of the craft and hinging at the crown.
    What was inside? Little green men? Images of movie aliens flew through Aidan’s brain like a slideshow. What the hell were they up against?
    A set of metal stairs lowered to the ground. A pair of women’s black, patent-leather shoes appeared first, followed by a set of great legs encased in pantyhose. A hot babe wearing a black suit and bright red lipstick emerged, two men in retro Navy uniforms on her tail.
    What the hell?
    Tristan spoke in a low voice. “I don’t see any gold, do you, Monroe?”
    “Gold? What about the freaking fact that three people just landed in some kind of space craft right before our eyes?”
    “They’re coming this way. I’m cloaking.” Tristan disappeared.
    “Dammit.” Aidan ran back into the warehouse and turned on one of the lights. Pulling out the laptop, he set it on a dusty, wooden crate and powered it up.
    The side door opened. One of the men appeared first, followed by the woman, and the other man behind her. Both men wore full, Navy dress uniforms that had to be at least seventy years old, revolvers at their waists. They stood at ease several feet away from Aidan, the woman between them.
    If he thought their uniforms a distraction, they had nothing on her. The woman was freaking stunning. She had coal black hair that fell in thick waves to her shoulders, dark, nearly black eyes, and full lips that would call attention to her in the middle of a circus.
    She had nothing on Cassandra Naylor but she was a close second.
    “Where is Robert Naylor?” she said.
    How did she know he wasn’t Robert Naylor?
    Standing between the crate and the wall, Aidan crossed his arms over his chest. “In the hospital. I’m here as his representative.”
    Her eyes studied his face before giving him a quick onceover.
    “I assume that’s for me?” She nodded at the computer, her voice filled with authority.
    “If you brought thirty million in gold, yes.”
    “Show me the files.”
    Opening one of the fake gun files, Aidan maximized the window. “Are you in the Navy, too?”
    She stared at him without a response. He swiveled the laptop to face her. Glancing at it a second, she gave him a brief nod.
    Wasn’t she going to verify the files were all there?
    “Place it inside the satchel and leave it on top of the crate.”
    Powering it down, Aidan placed it inside the backpack, along with the power cord. He zipped it up and patted it.
    “You’re good to go.”
    “Now, please step away.”
    “As soon as I get my gold, sweetheart.”
    Her brows furrowed. “Well, handsome , I’m afraid the gold is already here. You’re going to have to get it yourself.”
    Aidan stilled. “Well, I’m afraid you’re going to have to enlighten me. Where, exactly, did you place the gold?”
    “About ten feet from where you’re standing – six months ago.”
    The two men whipped out their guns and fired. Aidan dove behind the crate. Bullets rang over his head, brass casings littering the floor around him. Crawling to the edge of the crate, he fell to his back and drew his gun. Peeking around the corner, he saw one of the men fire at the crate, the other held a gun - to the woman’s head.
    She clutched the backpack to her chest, her face pale, her body deathly still. “What are you doing?”
    Aidan fired at the sailor holding her, hitting him in the hand just inches from her head. Crying aloud, he dropped the gun and fell away. The woman ran for the side door. The other man shot at her once before he dropped from a bullet to the chest.
    Tristan.
    Scrambling to his feet, Aidan picked up the gun and ran to the alley. A gunshot rang outside. He hit the door running just in time to see the door of the craft close, the woman’s feet visible from inside.
    Shoving the guns into his waistband, he planted both gloved hands on the side of the craft and shouted into the air as he unleashed all of his energy on the craft.