American Law (Law #2)

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Authors: Camille Taylor
everything else. With renewed resolve not to die today, he worked on his plan to escape unscathed. It wasn’t a very good plan, certainly not his best, but he was under extreme pressure and time restraints. He knew once he did what he was about to do, he would have a giant red target painted on his ass. But he would not let the scum bags get away with it.
    He sent his ghost to the file, adding extra commands as he did so. He could feel the countdown begin as he pressed the enter button. He knew he had ten minutes to get the hell out of there, and he watched the dialog box appear in the center of the screen as the contents of the Sundown file began transferring to the hard drive of the computer he was using. He added more commands, praying the man wielding the gun didn’t notice as he continued to work. He worked faster, watching the transfer box closely as the time passed. The file was copying at amazing speed, currently at sixty-five percent. It would not be much longer now. He finished entering his commands and sat back, waiting, watching for his moment to act.
    The blue horizontal line filled up the box, indicating that it had reached one hundred percent. The computer beeped, informing them the transfer had completed. Dmitry stepped away from the computer, almost overwhelmed by a sense of joy at being finished with the task. He blinked and the feeling was gone, things slipping into motion. He watched the American carefully, determining the moves he would make when he discovered what Dmitry had done.
    He backed up, standing beside Ivan’s body, then glanced down at his friend once more, sending up a silent prayer for his soul. He added an apology for not being able to save him. It certainly wasn’t the way a man like Ivan would have chosen to go out. Dmitry imagined something more along the lines of an epic battle over a woman not worth anybody’s time. He’d been wrong. Now he had to leave his friend here with his killer. Who knew what would happen to his body. He would make things right, even if it was the last thing he did. Hopefully, that would not be the case.
    While he’d been working, he’d ignored the muscle who stood nearby. Now, he watched him out the corner of his eye as he edged nearer to the door. He didn’t want to fight the man who easily outweighed him by thirty pounds.
    “Perfect,” Ivan’s murderer intoned, viewing the information available on the screen. He looked positively gleeful.
    It made Dmitry feel sick. This bastard was up to no good with that information. If only he’d had a chance to review the material inside the file. He might know what he was dealing with, and who he might be up against. Unfortunately, he had to work with what he had. Which wasn’t much. Heat from the hired muscle’s body burned his skin as the man flanked him. Once again, he began to get the sensation that he was done for and rapidly considered his options.
    “Congratulations, Mr. Ivanov.” The American brought the sight of the gun in line with Dmitry’s chest.
    He took a step back, bumping into the bulky arm of the body builder. His heart pounded guiltily in his chest, his blood cool as he looked down the barrel of the weapon. A drop of perspiration slid down his spine, and he shivered in response. There was nothing like the feeling of looking at the face of death with both eyes open. It somehow made him feel alive.
    The American’s finger moved to the trigger.
    Come on, come on. Any time now.
    He glanced at the computer just as it started beeping loudly, like a heart monitor during a cardiac arrest. The American turned on his heel, seeking out the noise, and looked at the computer as the Department of Defense’s intruder alert symbol and alarm appeared on the screen, flashing its warning:
     
    “You are in a restricted area. Remove yourself at once . Your connection is being traced.”
     
    “What the fuck,” the American shouted, watching the recently downloaded file dispersing, sending pieces of

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