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Thunder Harbor
Stone took up position on the hillside just above the club. He was still surrounded in dense foliage. He threw the carbine’s sling over his head and looked through a set of miniaturized binoculars and began to count bodyguards. “One, two . . . s**t, three.” The well-dressed Colombian men were stationed outside the club at various points. Stone exhaled and looked further down the hill to his bungalow. “That was three bodyguards outside the club, how many inside?” He scanned the parking lot. The Jeep was not there, but then he noticed Jana as she pulled up to the valet. Even in the tension of the situation, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was.
He shook his head and returned his focus to the bodyguards. He zoomed the view closer and studied each man individu
