It Goes On - Book l

The Enemy of My Enemy

"Never thought it would end up like this, Phil," Natalie sighed, knowing that Kiera was onto their plan. "But I gotta say: this is quite the spot to put your project."

"We need to figure out another strategy, I'm afraid."

"Why's that?"

"She showed up at my house last night. Harmon laying underneath my own wife as she was drunk. The only credit I'll give her is that she knows how to get under my skin."

"So... She knows about what I've been doing then?"

"Evidently so," Phil sighed. "Were you able to find out anything like I requested?"

"Yes, but I must warn you, she and her husband are not one to back down from a fight – you can't take them head-on, but we can create a strategy to take pieces from them one by one," She arched her brow. "But we have to be careful and really play it by the book."

"Why? Is she going to string us up and have us hooked up to some lie detector or something irrational?" Phil scoffed.

"She's more like a human lie detector... Phil, she was a second-in-command Case Officer for the C.I.A. She can bend the truth more than a lawyer can if she needed to."

"That doesn't scare me."

"In a way, it should. And she knows that," She sighed. "We need to wipe your slate as clean as we can because any negative mark will be another tally to her board—"

"She already knows the details about my project, I'm sure."

"She only knows what you told me to tell her. "Keep the lion fed" or whatever that phrase is that you said." She giggled. 

"Good that you followed my strategy. That information should keep her occupied for a while. What else should we do?"

"Well, start off by telling me who she could know in your circle. I'm aware you had a couple of friends in the military and police force—"

"That's in Nevada, not Wyoming."

"Didn't you know some guy from Texas? Wasn't he in the Marine Corps or something like that?"

"I know of two from Texas," Phil chuckled. "Isaac and Phillip."

"Well, with the digging I did last night, I've compiled an entire list that you'd probably want to see. You can use it for future reference just in case. And you know what I mean by that."

Phil furrowed his brows as he took the notebook from Natalie's hands, sighing deeply before opening it to look at her handwriting. "I'm sure you're aware that Isaac has been dead for a couple of years now," She began to explain. "His brother was written off as K.I.A before his records resurfaced from a hospital in Mexico City. He survived, of course, but you'd never guess who shot him."

"Who?"

"Kiera," She nodded, reaching forward to turn the page for Phillip to see her photo that Natalie had managed to dig up from the federal archives. "Shot him in the neck on a mission in Mexico. He was pronounced dead on sight, but I guess he had a guardian angel around him that day. He's back on active duty after being cleared, but I'm sure he wouldn't be opposed to plotting revenge."

"That would be just a waste of his time—"

"Not when he has contacts, Phil," She arched her brow at him. "This can be a last resort or if she attacks first, although it's likely she won't. We'll just have to play our cards right."

"Who's to say contacting him isn't a last resort?" He arched his brow.

"We can't have anything go wrong with this, is what I'm saying. We just need to find a face for this fight." She explained, "A new face that you can still stand behind in this fight."