Cline
Arendell has been a high-end thief for nearly fifteen years, starting at the
tender age of thirteen; living on the streets, mastering the fine art of pick
pocketing and trying to survive.
It
didn’t take him long to graduate to riskier enterprises and by the time he was
twenty, there wasn’t much he couldn’t steal. He had a loft no one knew about
that housed all his equipment, and looking at it, you would think he was a
member of Homeland Security, Swat Teams and the military all rolled into one.
Now,
at twenty-eight, he was getting bored with the same old jobs he’d been
accepting for years now. Jewelry, art…money. It was all so innocuous anymore.
There was no thrill left.
Then
he got a call from a surprising direction asking for the impossible. Except,
for Cline, nothing was impossible. He wondered at his own morals as he
negotiated the price and terms for such a dangerous and bold venture. And for
the first time, wondered at the reasons behind the heist and his own in
accepting it, beyond the revived thrill it gave him.
But
this wasn’t a heist, was it? This was a kidnapping. Cline was going to steal a
person. And not any person, but the young daughter of the most dangerous man in
the world. With the full support of the
United States of America.
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Aiden
Garrison could kick himself for getting into this mess. And then kick his boss
for even suggesting it. Of course, kicking the President of the United States
wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do. But, really? Pay the most notorious thief
in the world to kidnap the daughter of the largest tyrant in the free nations?
Really?
And
how had the President even contacted this thief? How did he know him? And what
the hell were they going to do with him if he succeeded? And that was a big
“if”. And just to make Aiden’s day, good old President Lindley had convinced
this thief to work directly with Aiden.
This
was probably going to be the most interesting mission Aiden had ever been
on…and the one that was going to finally get him killed.
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