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Standing from the chair, he offered it to her. She smiled and immediately started going over the code line by line.
    “This is good. If we embed your code in a rarely-used program, it’s doubtful they’d discover the backdoor.” She unraveled the nuances in the system.
    “I’ve already installed a wireless router into their monitoring system. Remote access won’t be a problem.” Maxwell used a secure internal intranet for his business dealings. With the newly-installed program, ES would be able to access secure files and monitor financial records.
    Tory clicked through the system, embedding code and working her magic. Jaron understood why Amine sent her in to help. In fact, she probably was better suited for the job. Had she not been on assignment in the Mediterranean, perhaps they would’ve worked together from the beginning on this operation.
    “Done.” She pulled the flash drive from the USB port and rebooted the system.
    “Good, let’s get the hell out of here.”
    “What about the men?”
    Jaron turned to the guards. “We’re not going to be around long enough to worry about the fallout. Thanks to you, I have no concerns about the programming. ES should be able to access the system now.” He met her stare. “Thank you.”
    “I’ll thank you if you tell me the hall is clear and we won’t have to play Tarzan and leap from balcony to balcony.”
    He chuckled. “Sorry, Jane. It’s too risky to walk out the front door.”
    “Where’s your sense of adventure?” She walked to the bank of monitors. “Jaron, look!” A flurry of activity on each screen left no doubt they’d been detected. “We’re out of time, and we need to cut our losses. We can’t go back to Rick’s room. They’re waiting for us.” She glanced over her shoulder. “What do we do? Where’s our out?” Assignment details involved addressing all possible scenarios. Best points of entry, evacuation contingencies, internal security, and external surveillance all had to be studied. Timing was critical when faced with armed guards and watchdogs.
    “My room is on the second floor. Doesn’t look like that’s an option.” Security teams crawled all over the property. “Shit!”
    Returning to Rick’s suite was no longer an option. Light flooded the room, and security roused Rick from sleep. Jaron snapped his gaze across the monitors. Security was in the corridors. The grounds buzzed with activity. One small consolation—because of the guests, the Dobermans were still kenneled.
    “Jaron!” She pointed to a screen. “They’re coming down the hall.”
    “Fuck! Go!” He scrambled across the room, threw open the balcony door and peered over the edge. Three stories. They couldn’t jump. They only had moments to make a decision.
    “Over,” she screamed.
    Decision made. Tory straddled the balcony and inched her way to the edge.
    “Careful.”
    “No shit!” She maneuvered her body until she hung by her fingertips from the wrought iron. “Get your ass over the railing, Tarzan.”
    “I’ve always admired your cool demeanor when under pressure.”
    “This is no time to be a smartass.”
    Jaron jumped the railing at the same time the office door crashed open. Tory was right. The jig was up.
    “You’re going to have to drop.” She dangled about a foot above the lower railing.
    “I can’t. It’ll break my legs.” One hand over the other, she worked her way closer to the building. Her toes barely touched the upper rung of a barred window. Letting go of the balcony with one hand, she reached behind and grasped the brick edge.
    Jaron marveled at her ability to think clearly when faced with an unacceptable situation. “Some contractor’s head is going to roll.” She used the bars securing the windows as a ladder. Hanging from the bottom of the window, she was able to step on the lower balcony. Jaron followed close behind. From the bottom window, she dropped eight feet to the soft ground below.
    Jaron followed, and then