merchandise, but not the exact one, nor the specific spot. Since Jackson's man, or men, was likely to have the information in advance, they could set up at the last minute. Max, of course, wouldn't be given enough time to figure out where the site was. That's why Jackson was going to have only the one or two shooters. If he were to send in a half dozen idiots like he did last time, they'd need to arrive early, and since Jackson needed to keep the location secret for the moment, he'd shy away from that kind of a spectacle. He was probably thinking how clever he was, changing it up like that. Again: overconfidence. So even if Jackson knew Max was aware, he would know there really was little Max could do. And that was what Max wanted Jackson to continue believing.
In order to make sure of his plan, Max had to have his people take out the shooter. That in itself was not an issue. It was just messy and Max liked things to be clean. Lately, leaving loose ends had come back to bite him hard and he resolved he'd no longer tolerate them.
Figuring out the airport Jackson was likely to choose was doable but tricky. Jasper surmised that obviously in this case it had to be a small airport capable of handling cargo planes. A small airport because obtaining clearance in a large one would attract too much attention and, since cargo planes were quite huge, finding all of the airports that took them was not that difficult. Plus, they knew Jackson probably wanted to stay in the area, which brought the choices down to only a few. The tricky part came from having to hack into the computer systems of those airports and acquire the list of flight plans but since the flight plans originated with Max, they knew what they were looking for when they went in. From there it was almost too easy to find the actual plane and even the hangar it was housed in.
He smiled when he remembered asking for volunteers to seek out the shooter locations. They all jumped at the chance. Max knew their exuberance was to prove to their boss they were still worthy to stand by his side but they all understood Asher's life was at stake too and he knew his people were going to do anything and everything for him as well—mainly due to the fact they understood their boss's connection to him, his obsession with Asher.
So, it was fine.
Or rather it would be, once Asher was back in his arms.
One of the other tricky parts was going to be switching the truck for the one behind the fake wall, but Max had that all worked out as well. Sleight of hand. Distraction. While they were all looking somewhere else—a place to which Max directed them to look—the switch was to be made. The switched-out truck, the one with the dummies, would be loaded onto the freight plane Lucca and Jackson ordered. For some reason they hadn't allowed Max to provide that particular transportation. Something about losing it in the air since it'd have to fly below the radars of both countries.
Once the plane was in the air, Max had said he'd give them the flash with all the information they needed to go forward. Max had to have some sort of a carrot to dangle in front of these people, showing indeed he believed he could force them to give up Asher.
Asher's release. It was what this was all about. Asher alive, well, free. One flash drive. Real names, real places, real information. It had to be real because they'd check it out. Max knew Jackson would bring a computer and plug the thing right into it. He also knew it was probable they'd recognize the names off of the original contact. If they didn't, no problem, but the strong possibility Lucca remembered made it necessary that the information was real and correct.
"So the deal is that I get the information after the plane takes off?" Jackson sounded confident.
"After I get Madden back," Max answered quickly.
"Yes, yes of course. But not until after the plane takes off, is that correct?"
"Yes."
"Well, since we should be fairly safe by then, I don't see
In order to make sure of his plan, Max had to have his people take out the shooter. That in itself was not an issue. It was just messy and Max liked things to be clean. Lately, leaving loose ends had come back to bite him hard and he resolved he'd no longer tolerate them.
Figuring out the airport Jackson was likely to choose was doable but tricky. Jasper surmised that obviously in this case it had to be a small airport capable of handling cargo planes. A small airport because obtaining clearance in a large one would attract too much attention and, since cargo planes were quite huge, finding all of the airports that took them was not that difficult. Plus, they knew Jackson probably wanted to stay in the area, which brought the choices down to only a few. The tricky part came from having to hack into the computer systems of those airports and acquire the list of flight plans but since the flight plans originated with Max, they knew what they were looking for when they went in. From there it was almost too easy to find the actual plane and even the hangar it was housed in.
He smiled when he remembered asking for volunteers to seek out the shooter locations. They all jumped at the chance. Max knew their exuberance was to prove to their boss they were still worthy to stand by his side but they all understood Asher's life was at stake too and he knew his people were going to do anything and everything for him as well—mainly due to the fact they understood their boss's connection to him, his obsession with Asher.
So, it was fine.
Or rather it would be, once Asher was back in his arms.
One of the other tricky parts was going to be switching the truck for the one behind the fake wall, but Max had that all worked out as well. Sleight of hand. Distraction. While they were all looking somewhere else—a place to which Max directed them to look—the switch was to be made. The switched-out truck, the one with the dummies, would be loaded onto the freight plane Lucca and Jackson ordered. For some reason they hadn't allowed Max to provide that particular transportation. Something about losing it in the air since it'd have to fly below the radars of both countries.
Once the plane was in the air, Max had said he'd give them the flash with all the information they needed to go forward. Max had to have some sort of a carrot to dangle in front of these people, showing indeed he believed he could force them to give up Asher.
Asher's release. It was what this was all about. Asher alive, well, free. One flash drive. Real names, real places, real information. It had to be real because they'd check it out. Max knew Jackson would bring a computer and plug the thing right into it. He also knew it was probable they'd recognize the names off of the original contact. If they didn't, no problem, but the strong possibility Lucca remembered made it necessary that the information was real and correct.
"So the deal is that I get the information after the plane takes off?" Jackson sounded confident.
"After I get Madden back," Max answered quickly.
"Yes, yes of course. But not until after the plane takes off, is that correct?"
"Yes."
"Well, since we should be fairly safe by then, I don't see
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