But he wasn’t dealing with any other woman. Macy Rush not only had motive, and now opportunity, to kill him, she had enough justification to warrant an immediate acquittal from any court in the land. “Offer denied,” she said, her words seething through her teeth. “Try again.” He shifted his position, but Macy simply shoved the gun further into his flesh. He’d ordered his men to leave him and Macy alone. They wouldn’t disobey until shots were fired—which would be too late for him at that point, but at least the house wouldn’t fall into the hands of T-45. Not that he was worried. The terrorists who’d made the threat reportedly didn’t have the manpower to bring their plan to fruition. Of course, most international anarchists did not reveal their true intentions or capabilities to their potential targets. He couldn’t afford to underestimate them—not with so much at stake. Still, time was on his side. Both the Arm and T-45, he knew, had dispatched teams to thwart the terrorists on the ground. And with Macy looking for the code, he figured he’d have the crucial combination in a matter of days—if it even existed. He could afford to hitch the mission on his own personal agenda.
