CHAPTER 187

"Sir, the plane has landed," the intercom buzzed.

Michael was seated inside a black limousine and sipped wine from his cup.

"Any sign of them?" He asked after he had put his glass down.

"Yes, they are stepping out of the plane," the intercom buzzed again.

"Jesus, New Orleans is so cold at this time of the year," Amanda shivered as she entered the car. "So this is the United States," Amanda looked out of the window at the high-rise buildings in the Central Business District.

"The target has landed, the plan is being kicked into motion," Michael said.

"Good, they will be heading to the mansion, and we will cut them off in that location you mentioned," Amanda held Michael's chest and began drawing circles.

"What are you doing?" Michael suddenly asked.

Amanda came up and kissed Michael on the lips, short and fast.

"What was that for?" Michael asked as blushes developed on his cheek.

"That is just part one, I will give you the rest when we are done with them," Amanda whispered in his ears.