Pulling her motorcycle into the underground garage at GHOST headquarters, which is now home, Jax pulled into one of her two allotted parking spaces. Her sexy murdered out Jeep Wrangler sat in the other, looking almost evil with its darkened windows, black studded rims - well, black everything. She'd purchased it with her last bonus for a job well done. She and her twin brother, Josh, worked for GHOST, as had their father and older brother Jake, before them. Unfortunately, this job was both lucrative and dangerous. Their father was killed while undercover some twenty years ago, when she and Josh were around sixteen-years-old. Just three months ago, Jake had also been killed while undercover. By Victor Santarino’s minions, the smarmy bastard. And though Victor was also now dead, his slimy brother, Mangus, was still alive and kicking and still running the family business of smuggling jewels and arms into the US. The jewels he usually cut up and resold, the arms were distributed around the world. It’s the way Limitless did it, plus it’s more lucrative.

She was taking this whole operation down if it was the last thing she ever did. To avenge her brother, she'd do anything.

Roughly pulling her helmet from her head and hanging it on the mirror of her bike, she pulled the hair band from her ponytail and scrubbed her fingers across her scalp to ease the itch from that damned helmet and hopefully some of her anger from that son of a bitch who caused her to lose Mangus at the Copper Cup.

Entering the elevator, she jabbed at the button that would take her up one floor, still below ground, which is where their group operated. This is where they met, organized, networked with other operatives, and researched. The rest of their work was out in the field.

The elevator doors opened and the muffled sounds from the shooting range on the opposite end of the house calmed her frazzled nerves. She loved the sound and smell of the shooting range. The feel of her gun as the hammer fired off a round and the acrid odor of gunpowder filled her nostrils, calmed her as much as a hot bath and a good book.

Instead of turning toward the shooting range, she walked down the hall and to the right to enter the computer lab. Her team lead, Gaige Vickers, sat at a computer, three monitors in front of him, all with documents and photographs arranged in a pattern that made sense to him. He worked in a methodical, organized manner that the others admired but didn't always appreciate.

"Hey Jax, look at this." He called over his shoulder.

"How did you know it was me?"

Without looking away from his computer screens, he pointed to a fourth monitor, off to the right, which showed the GHOST garage on a video feed.

Taking a deep breath she walked to his left and sat at the empty chair, she should have known he was always watching.

"This is where I think Mangus is staying. It's low on the mountain where Victor's cabin is located. I think he has a hidden entry point at the base of the mountain and he's built a hideout inside. It's ingenious. And, since we have the bounty hunters living on the mountain across the river, we have a nice vantage point."

"Stop." She flipped her hair off her shoulder and took another breath. "Don't be impressed by him. He's an asshole of major proportions."

"That doesn't mean we can't learn from him."

The door swooshed open and Josh, along with the odor of gunpowder, filled her nostrils.

"Hey there, how did it go tonight?"

"Shitty." She turned on her chair to face him. He was the level headed one of the three the Masters’ siblings. Meaning she and her brothers. "Some asshole thought Mangus was wrong for me and interrupted my plan. By the time I had him by the throat, literally, Mangus slipped out of the Copper Cup and I missed my chance at getting into his lair."

Gaige chuckled, "Well, I may have found his lair so you may still be able to get inside and not have to do it by making him think there's going to be a happy ending."

"The ending will be happy alright, but not for him." Leaning in she looked at the pictures Gaige had now distributed across the three screens. Roads leading to a mountain. Paths and trails leading to what seemed like nowhere. But nothing else.

Josh moved in closer and lay his hand on her right shoulder. He could calm her with just his hand on her shoulder. "So what we need to do now is go and explore where those paths lead to and, hopefully, we'll find out where Mangus is getting in and out of his hole in the mountain."

"Yep, we're on it. I have Axel, Wyatt, and Hawk on it now."

Gaige arched his back, then raised his arms to stretch them before turning in his chair and standing. "So, until they come back here and tell us how to get in, we need to relax and rest up. Get ready ‘cause we'll be out there soon making our way inside."

He moved as gracefully as a man of his size could move. Gaige Vickers was over six feet tall, broad shoulders which he kept chiseled by lifting weights on a daily basis. And, even though she'd never get involved with him in a sexual way, she enjoyed watching him walk away. Call her crazy, but the man had a great ass.

"Good night you two, I'm off to hit the sack."

Both she and Josh said, "Night." She continued to watch him walk away until Josh interrupted her thoughts.

"So, some asshole ruined your plan?"

She looked into his dark brown eyes, so similar to her own and their lost brother Jake. Their half Hispanic heritage was strong in their complexions and coloring. Their mother, Pilar, gave them that. Their father was of Bohemian descent and gave them all the rest of their qualities. Strength, height, and agility. Both of her brothers were around six feet tall, she was average for a woman at five foot six, but about six inches taller than their mom.

"Yeah. So I lured him outside to make him understand that I knew what I was doing and Mangus slipped out the front."

"Jax, make sure you're being careful. I can't lose you, too. It would kill Mama if you didn't come home from a mission."

"I'll be careful. I've just got to get him, Josh. I've got to make sure that man never sees the light of day again."

"Jax...killing him, if that's what you're implying, isn't our mission. And, you should probably keep those thoughts to yourself."

"I know what our mission is. But, MY mission is to make sure he's done. We both know he could run his enterprise from inside a prison, so the only way to stop it all is to wipe him off the face of the earth."

"And how do you think you' ll do that alone?"

She stood, suddenly uncomfortable with his scrutiny, and crossed her arms in front of her. "I plan to drug him, dig through his files and things until I find what I need to complete our mission of finding out how and where Mangus is smuggling guns, into the country, how and where they are being repackaged, and where they are being distributed, so we can shut him down for our client. I seem to remember our client was very keen on, and I quote, “however we had to shut him down was fine with him”. I'm fully aware of our mission, Josh."

They stood silently assessing each other when the door swished open again. "I forgot to tell you, we're meeting with the bounty hunters tomorrow night at 19:00 hours. They are all former military, Army, and they are all very good at their jobs. Two of them have had years of detective experience and one over twenty years of bounty hunting. I think we need to explore a partnership with them, and maybe we'll bring them on if we can all work together. Since we've lost Jake, Adams, and Branch, we have openings to fill.