Agent M: Testament (The Agent M Series Book 2) Read Free Page B

opportunity. Although, gaining front row access to this competition has become more of a challenge than we anticipated. Especially since tickets start at a million a head.”
    Nicole sighed as young Cassandra smacked her partner across the face and dropped into another verbal lashing at his expense.
    “That's the going rate to watch trained combatants kill each other anyways.”
    “Why would anyone agree to throw their life away on a single fight?” Meryl posed.
    “The purse draws them in. Given Mr. Rage's current sum of wealth, he probably receives between one to three million dollars per match. Promoters would usually balk and promising that much cash but then again, they'll only have to fork over the money to one fighter.”
    “What's the catch?” Meryl asked, curious as to why promoters would feel stingy after spending millions just to put on a show.
    “You don't have to pay the fighter that lost.”
    A sickening feeling sat deep inside the pit of Meryl's stomach. Tomorrow night that man in there will be responsible for taking another man's life or losing his in the process. Her next question had a weight of sympathy that couldn't be rivaled.
    “How do we put a stop to this?”
    “That's the issue. Without gaining direct access to the facility, we're shit out of luck. Logan is rich in both cash and paranoia. Every fighter, attendee, and staff member goes through an extensive background check. However, everything we've learned thus far is hearsay. Dead men tell no tales and local informants are barely reliable. Unfortunately, there hasn’t been enough evidence produced for a warrant. And without that, we can't even knock on their door.”
    Meryl turned to Michael and caught him neck deep into those files, explaining his silence during this line of questioning. A loud bang sharply awoke Meryl from her thoughts as she gave the violent couple in the interrogation room her full attention. While their demeanor and attitudes were unique, something about their physique and profiles struck Meryl as vaguely familiar. As soon as the realization hit, she wished her impulses weren't so God-damn uncontrollable.
    “What if we walked a mile in their shoes?”
    “Excuse me?” Nicole questioned trying to read between the lines of Meryl's words.
    “Those two don't need a ticket. We could pose as them and walk right into the event without a second look. All we would need is slap on their costumes and some make up. Michael and I would blend right in.”
    Meryl wanted to smack herself upside the head after each word yet her body wouldn't allow it. The idea sounded so good in her mind that she couldn't find the will to stop herself. Nicole fell utterly silent adding to Meryl's discomfort. Watching Michael pull the files away from his face and stare back at her with those cold brown eyes only accentuated the ludicrousness of this plan.
    “Good idea.”
    “Indeed,” stated Nicole.
    A defiant curse echoed in Meryl's mind but not a breath of it escaped. If only she had that kind of strength thirty seconds ago. Going undercover didn't bother her; the uncertainty of the entire situation is what drew cause for concern. However, given the facts of the case, time is a luxury they had little to spare. Even Michael's indomitable skills were bound to find their limit one of these days. Someone was guaranteed to be killed tomorrow night. Unfortunately, there stood a 50/50 chance that man may very well be Michael.
    While Meryl stood in disbelief and contempt, Nicole appeared to have already formulated the foundation for their plan of attack.
    “Let's make the arrangements accordingly. I'll call TSA immediately and ground that flight until you two are in costume and ready to go.”
    Her eyes darted towards Meryl.
    “Agent Lewis. Stay here and watch the princess for a while. Try to pick up any and all of her unique mannerisms to finalize the sell.”
    A distinct vulgarity cut through the glass window with enough force to nearly shatter it.