Chapter 30
They’d left Olivia in the chopper and traveled up the mountain on three-man ATVs, each of them equipped with the night vision goggles and com system they’d need on the journey.
This was the stuff HERO Force was good at — infiltrating enemy territory — and Hawk was grateful the mission that would have been trying as a solo operation now had the full capabilities of the team.
Nearly everything Trevor lost in the crash, HERO Force had brought with them to Warsaw Mountain. The chopper was loaded with weapons, ammunition, and explosives — more than enough to take out the bridge down the other side of the mountain and trap Steele’s shipment of girls.
Trevor swung out over the frozen river below, looking at the height of the massive old structure. “Do you think the state will send us a thank you letter? We’re saving them a lot of work.”
Jax smiled begrudgingly. “I don’t expect they will.”
Cowboy rappelled down the stone column, pockets full of detonators. “So, about Olivia…”
“Forget it, Cowboy, she’s spoken for,” said Trevor.
“Shit.” He inserted a detonator into a block of C-4 and wrapped the plastic explosive around it. “She looks a little like Brooke Barrons, you know? That woman is smoking hot.”
Jax’s head snapped up.
“She is Brooke Barrons,” said Trevor.
Cowboy punched him in the shoulder. “No way, dude! You made it with a movie star?”
Jax held up his hand in Cowboy’s face and turned to Hawk. “In all seriousness, she really is Brooke Barrons?”
Hawk shrugged his shoulders. “Yes, she really is. I told her that, but I’m not sure she actually remembers. Her memory’s a little like Swiss cheese from the accident, but it’s coming back a little at a time.”
Jax’s expression was deadly serious. “How do you know?”
Hawk grinned. “I had no idea you were a fan.”
“I’m not,” said Jax. “I repeat, how do you know she’s Brooke Barrons?”
Cowboy cocked his head. “What’s going on?”
Hawk shrugged. “She’s got a little tattoo on her ass that says Brooke. Why? What’s the big deal? Y’all never met a famous person before?”
Jax turned back to Hawk. “Yesterday afternoon, Brooke Barron’s big benefactor went on TV to ask for the public’s help in locating her. He claims the two of them are engaged.”
“It’s all right. I already know she’s engaged.”
Jax continued as if he hadn’t heard. “His name is Marco Acero.”
“Should that ring a bell?” Hawk asked.
“Oh, fuck,” said Cowboy.
Jax narrowed his eyes at Hawk. “Do you know what Acero means?”
Hawk furrowed his brow. “Means?”
“I grew up by the Mexican border,” said Cowboy. “And Acero is Spanish for Steele.”