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She placed the Remington 700 sniper rifle on the table in her workshop behind the counter. The walls inside the shop were lined with very kind guns, rifle submachine guns. She could make a ghost sniper rifle in a matter of seconds she was exceptionally good at. Inspecting the barrel carefully, she examined the trigger as she applied pressure to make sure it worked properly. Her clients who came to her armorer shop were sanctioned black ops groups.

She was a first time thriller author with a knack for details. She snatched up the rifle in her grip; her encrypted secured satellite phone buzzed underneath the counter. She peered through the scope; it was perfect, the crosshairs had  in line of the sight. Everything felt good to her, and that was important to her clients.

She placed the sniper rifle back in the case, closing the Hardigg storm and then made her over to the counter. Reaching under the counter, she grabbed the satellite phone and clicked the accept button before she spoke.

"Jennings, she replied,  knowing who it was.

"Jennings, we need to meet. I need  intel on  Black rifle coffee company and we have a major problem, Elizabeth Nightshade,"Eric stated, feeling a sense of forbidden coming.

There was a pause and silence before she spoke again. "Meet me at White Horse Tavern. I will be sitting at a table in the back wearing a cap on my head," She told him.

"Listen, I know you haven't been back in the field in a while,so if you're not up for it,It's okay," Eric told her.

"Eric, You and have I been through hell and back. Don't worry about me, I can put together weapons in a flash and pull the trigger," Jennings explained to Eric

She ended the conversation on the phone, placing it on the counter, and made her way over to the safe way on the wall. Jennings entered the code to open the vault door, reaching in, she snatched her Colt 1911. Tucking the pistol under her waistband behind, she slipped it on walking out of the entrance of her shop. She strode down the old stone, brick sidewalk, nodding at people strolling by.

She rounded the corner, heading behind into an alleyway between grayish brick apartments. Her black Ford Mustang GT was parked in abandoned parking no one used. Grabbing the door, she slid and closed it behind her. She sped out of the parking lot as she drove through the congested traffic. After a while, she arrived at the tavern. Climbing out, she surveillanced the surrounding making sure she had tailed here.

Jennings strode through the entrance, pushing the wooden open as she entered into the wooden frame bar. Loud music blasted from the speaker. People stood around a pool table shooting the balls into the corner pockets while visiting and drinking. She easily blended into the crow walking to the back where an empty table was, she sat down as the waitress strode up to her with a menu clutched in her grip.

Eric pulled into the parking lot beside Jennings's car; he jumped, closing the door behind. This was Damon's favorite tavern, the one he went to when he was on a deadline for the story for the New York times. Strolling in through the  doors, he noticed the exit at the back of the bar. His eyes darted over to the two suspicious men sitting at a table.

Making his way over to the table where Jennings was sitting, one of the men rose and strode over to him in a threatening manner. Eric's instincts immediately kicked in. The man balled his fist lunged at him, throwing a punch. Eric predicted his movement side steps bringing his  arm up, wrapping his arm around the man's arm and delivered an eagle claw strike, slamming him down onto a table as it shattered.

Sitting at the bar counter, Jack glanced sideways immedialey seeing Eric smashing the man onto the table. He was amazed at his skills and how deadly he was. He knew he was going to be a problem for Emilia and Elizabeth. Earlier, he had looked into Eric the Red, only finding out that he was an ex Navy seal sniper and now an assassin for a CIA black program Night drop.

Eric sat across from her as he says in a calm and cool tone. "What can you tell me about  the Black Rifle coffee company,  didn't you build some custom made weapons for them?"

"Yes, I did build some sniper rifles and submachine guns. They are front for the Bratva; the gun running done is NightShade but she works for a very dangerous and powerful Russian Oligarch Aleski Dragunov. 

Jack reached into his pocket, pulling out his iPhone and snapped a photograph of Eric talking to the woman across. It seems that they knew who each other, or they had operated together before. He needed to find out who she was. Luckily, Elizabeth had given him  her assets in the Pentagon. He sent the photo of Eric and the woman to the colonel. Within seconds, he got a response back.

"Her name is Mazie Jennings, she's a weapon specialist for Eric and Night drop. She's extremely skilled markswoman"

"So the Bratva is involved in this,"Eric asked her."Yes, Big time they profit from it like crazy. It wouldn't surprise me that Dragunov and NightShade had worked together before. But if Damon is their crosshair he should watch his back. Because they don't mess up around," Jennings stated.

Jack entered an encrypted number on his burner for Emilia; at the safe house. Things were heating up very fast and their paymaster Elizabeth NightShade didn't like loose ends at all. Her burner buzzed on the table near the case. She grabbed and answered it, saying" Emilia"

"Eric, just met a weapon specialist named Mazie Jennings, and that's all I heard them talking about the Black Rifle Coffee and The Bratva."

"This isn't good, Elizabeth won't be pleased about it. She'd killed her own target before, trust me Jack," Emilia exclaimed in a threatening tone.

"I need to take a look around the warehouse where Damon met his source, see if I can find any casing from the gun that was left there. Or if there were tire tracks from another vehicle," Eric informed Jennings.

"I'll come with you, your going to need someone to watch your back in case there is a sniper hidden somewhere on a building or assaulter waiting inside for you. You never know," Jennings said, as he rose from where she sat. Her eyes darted over to the biker sitting at the bar.

Eric jumped from the chair where he sat, the man he had thrown into table was gone. So was another person with him already, his instincts kicked in warning they have been waiting for him here. He had gone over every detail in his mind. Had he been tailed  here without him knowing. There was a possibility of it.

"What do you want me to do about it," Jack inquired.

"Nothing yet, Just follow them and see where they go," Emilia told Jack

Something about the biker got Eric's attention; he couldn't put his finger on it yet. He had a terrible feeling that he had seen him before. It finally dawned on him of course. The FBI field office Nightshade must have contracted a biker to do some surveillance in case something went wrong. But it didn't make sense since he knew Nightshade was more of black ops operator than bikers or she was branching her services.

Jack ended the conversation on the burner, rose from where he sat, paid the bartender, and followed them out through the door into the parking lot. Jennings reached behind her jacket, whipped out her Colt 1911, and trained at Jack. Jack's features on his face hardened.

"Who the fuck are you," Jennings demanded in a threatening tone.

"Let's just say I represent a certain client who doesn't like people snooping around in her business," Jack snarled.

"Elizabeth NightShade," Jennings asked, still aiming her pistol at Jack.

Eric pivoted seeing her pointing her Colt 1911 at the biker, he decided to see what was going there, and made his way over to her, and asked "What's going on here?"

"You must be the ex navy seal sniper Eric the Red that Emilia told me about. This is just a warning stay away from Black Rifle Coffee and the warehouse. If you don't Elizabeth will dispatch the Red assassin," Jack told them.

"Who the hell is the Red assassin, " Jack asked in a demanding tone.

"You don't want to know who she is," Jack scowled.

"Well, you can tell NightShade that it will take more than  an assassin to scare us off Black rifle Coffee company," Jennings told Jack.

Eric gestured for Jennings to lower her gun in her grip. She did so placing back behind her jacket and tucked it in the waistband of her pants. They walked away, glancing sideways at Jack, as he made his way over to his motorcycle and climbed it. He sped down the street through the traffic.