Dr. Hennigan nodded, and Ms. Wilson used her tablet to connect to a wall monitor. Immediately, two women showed up on the screen.
“Status report?” Dr. Hennigan demanded.
“The incendiary device has been placed in Target S’s house.”
“How will it be triggered?”
“We have it linked to the target’s cell. As soon as the device recognizes the target’s phone is within range, Target S, along with the device, will be liquidated.”
Dr. Hennigan thought for a moment, trying to see if there were any holes in the plan. Seeing none, she said, “Travel separately to Safe House Zeta Epsilon Alpha and await further instructions.”
Dr. Hennigan nodded in Ms. Wilson’s direction as the call disconnected. “Send the coordinates to the safe house, just in case they are unfamiliar with this one.”
“On it, ma’am.”
Ms. Wilson’s fingers flew over her tablet as she sent instructions to the agents in-field.
“Done, ma’am.”
“Thank you. If there’s nothing else, you’re dismissed.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ms. Wilson turned and left her office. Dr. Hennigan walked back to her desk and sat behind her computer to fill out the report for her mother and grandmother.
Chapter Sixteen
Blayne
Blayne looked at himself in the mirror. With the baseball cap and Oakley sunglasses, he could pull off Ethan Bond as long as people didn’t get too close. Where Ethan had a cleft chin, Blayne’s was smooth. Where Ethan had rippling muscles that could be seen if he flexed his arms, Blayne had a lither build. Ethan styled Blayne’s hair to give it an even more Ethan Bond look. Blayne planned on wearing the baseball cap but figured he’d need to take it off at some point to sell the ruse.
“So? Do I look like you?” Blayne asked.
“You could be my doppelgänger,” Ethan said, shooting Blayne a smile through the mirror. “This crazy plan might work.”
Blayne pulled out his phone and texted Kira to see where she was. She shot him back a text saying she was ten minutes out.
“I forgot you have an iPhone,” Ethan said with a concerned look.
“What’s the problem?”
“I have a Samsung Galaxy.”
“Still not seeing the problem.”
Ethan gave him a questioning look.
“What?” Blayne asked.
“I forget how little you know about pop culture,” Ethan said with a smile and a half chuckle. “I’ve been their spokesperson for about a year now. It would violate my contract to be seen with an iPhone in my hands.”
“Oh,” Blayne said, “I see how that could be a problem.”
“I guess we’ll have to trade phones,” Ethan said. “It will give me some time to scroll through all your nudes.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but you won’t find any on mine,” Blayne said as his eyebrows rose a bit. “Gonna see a lot of dick pics on there?” he asked suggestively.
“Nope. Everything is password protected or completely boring in case my phone gets lost or stolen. The last thing I want is someone hacking into my phone and finding things out about me I don’t want them to discover.”
