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“Jefe!” Vern shouted out.
Denise flinched.
When the man stuck his head forward between the seats, Vern wanted to hit and strike and beat him for what was about to happen. But he knew that if he could surprise this man, the six others aboard would still make sure neither he nor Denise survived. So he clamped down on his rage and did his best to keep his voice steady.
“We did not sign up to kill the president of a foreign nation.”
The blue-eyed man clapped him hard enough on the shoulder that Vern practically bobbled the controls.
“We no here to kill him, señor. We here to save him.” Vern had to process that one, but not Denise. She got it right away and was already nodding her head by the time he saw through his haze of red fury.
They weren’t the coup. They were a rescue mission!
