The Atlantis Cipher

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Guy Bodie paced the hotel room’s threadbare carpets, hands clenched into fists at his sides and a resolute frown set like concrete. His familiar team of expert thieves was seated around the room, waiting for him to say something.

“We go after Pantera now,” he growled. “Before Heidi bloody Moneymaker calls upon our services again.”

“Hey, man,” Cassidy Coleman drawled. She lounged on the windowsill, looking as beautiful as ever. But, as her enemies would attest, beneath the beauty was a deadly killer. “It’s only been a week. We helped out the CIA once already. Almost got ourselves killed searching for the Statue of Zeus, and all for Agent Moneymaker. How often can ancient relics get themselves lost anyway?”

“Oh, I dunno,” Sam Gunn cracked at her. “If only we knew some relic hunters we could ask.”

Cassidy shut him down with a stone-cold glance. Bodie finally stopped pacing and faced them.

“Jack Pantera was our boss, my mentor for five years. He brought me into this game, showed me the ropes. A man like that does not simply…” He paused to find the right words. “Decide to end you by throwing you into a Mexican prison and sending in a bunch of killers.”

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