While I had been talking I had pulled the enormous leather chair I was sitting in closer to the desk and Davies had leaned in as well.
“Do you have connections in Canada?” He sounded not just pleased, but aroused.
“In China, too. They are really suffering over there from the fashion industry, and there are a lot of people who would be happy to help the workers as well.”
Now we were both leaning over the desk on our forearms, our hands all but touching.
“Even if it doesn’t cause a big breakdown it is going to be expensive as fuck to clean up and will take him a while to set up elsewhere.”
He snarl-smiled at me and stood up. “We need a dr- Tea.I am going to have Magda make us some tea and you are going to list exactly what you need in detail.”
Chapter Eighteen
In which Alec and Fee discover just how arousing corporate sabotage can be.
Alec…
“I’m not getting on that thing.”
Fee was staring at my Ducati Superleggera V4 with the same look of disgust I reserved for Noreen’s endless piles of shit. Even though Martin and Fintan returned home to the farm, Fee - purely out of spite - had insisted on keeping the goat in the ruins of what was once my beautifully landscaped gardens.
“Yes, you are. Speed and stealth are crucial for what we’re about to do.”
“What kind of mileage does this thing get?” She walked around my bike, eyes narrowed and lip curled.
“There’s no reason to ask, we don’t have time for you to be enraged, darling. We’re on a schedule.” I glanced at my watch. We were already three minutes behind.
“I thought you’d kitted me out in leather pants and a jacket for some perverse roleplay sex, like bad boy rock star and dangerous assassin.”
“Which one were you planning to be?” It was a mistake to ask her that, because Fee pushed away the helmet I was trying to hand her.
We’d flown into a private airfield in Lynn, Massachusetts to kick off my initial contribution to the utter destruction of Leevil andeverything he had created.
Here, a dam had been built after the generous greasing of the palms of local politicians solely for the use of Leevil’s first project after his father died- a massive metals processing plant that required more water than the municipality could provide.
The slimy bastard’s solution was to damn up the river that served dozens of small farms and the area’s agricultural industry. The sudden absence of water had sent the community scrambling for other means of existence after their futures - quite literally - dried up.
The metals processing plant was also cheerfully ignoring EPA standards for reducing the toxicity of residue from the production, poisoning the area around it.
Fee was very enthusiastic when I’d first presented the idea. The offense of those farmers being forced to find work at the plant that destroyed their livelihood enraged her.
But now we were four minutes behind schedule.
“This thing is ridiculous! I’m not going to be a part of sucking up half the gas reserves in Massachusetts for one mission!”
“Darling…” I checked my watch again. “We can’t blow up a dam whilst riding a fucking Vespa! The charges are laid, the processing plant is empty due to a ‘gas leak’ my men created. We are on a very tight schedule. So, get your perfectly shaped ass on the fucking bike or go back to my jet and miss all the entertainment.”
She glared up at me, snatching away the helmet and jamming it on her head. “I’m going to have helmet hair now,” she grumbled as I tightened the strap under her chin. I suppressed a smile. I’d learned by now that Fee’s only bit of vanity was her perfect, glossy hair.
“A small price to pay for crushing Leevil’s dominion over this town,” I soothed, pushing down her visor. I pulled her closerafter she swung her leg over the giant bike, settling herself with some difficulty. “Hold on tight.”
It was close to 2 am when we blazed along the road leading to the dam. The general public would likely be alarmed to discover just how easy it was to gain access to dams and power stations. So, getting in, setting off the explosive charges, and getting out wouldn’t be difficult. The real trick was stationing enough men to ensure no innocents got in the way.
Even in my world, we didn’t involve civilians.
Fee pulled even closer to me, tightening her thighs against mine and rubbing her hot center against my lower back in a very distracting way. I suspected she was enjoying the ride more than she’d care to admit. We turned onto a side road built about midway up the dam, which soared over our heads and allowed the water to be directed to Leevil’s plant.
“This is a surgical strike,” I said when we pulled up to the dam. “There are specific pressure points where the shaped charges will demolish the dam’s structure without impacting the surrounding countryside. The secondary explosion a mile below will redirect the water flow back to the original riverbed.”
