Chapter Five- Brisbane, Australia

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The morning sunrise in Australia was a bright neon orange with a light blue mixing into it as the light came closer to the land. I slowly and casually walked to the closest hotel I could find. After purchasing my room, which this time was a penthouse suite at the top of the building, I set up shop and sat down on the couch and pulled out my phone. I sat and looked at my favorites list and thought. Should I try calling Sam again, see if I can get ahold of her, Brayden to try and reach him and see if he knows anything, or call Red to see if he found any info on the numbers in Sam's home. Just in that moment my phone rings and I see Red's name across the screen. "Speak of the devil." I answered the phone, "Your ears must've been ringing."

"Yeah. Yeah. I found out what those numbers are." Red had mumbled through the phone

"What do they mean?"

"It's like I thought, Longitude and latitude. The coordinates lead to a house in the U.K. The actual numbers are 53.7 longitude and -3.03 latitude. It comes up at 98 stadium avenue. Does that location ring any bells?"

I sat there in thought for a moment. A U.K. home. Why. It made no sense. "No. Nothing"

"Hmm. I'll keep looking. Do you need me to come out there? I could be of better use out in the field rather than the guy in the chair." Red begged. He really wanted to help me. But he couldn't, not yet anyway.

"Sorry buddy, but I don't need anyone killed named Rob." I chuckled. Red once had three targets all with the same first name. He's never heard the end of it since. With that remark he hung up on me. "That asshole." I stand up and walk to the window when I decide to go get lunch. My stomach was growling. I quickly got called a cab and asked the driver if he knew of any good places to eat.

"Yeah I gotcha mate." He drove to a restaurant called Pizza Capers. I looked at him with a questionable eye. He quickly responded, "Pizza Capers is one of the best pizza places in town. I know you Americans are the so-called professionals. But trust me mate, this pizza will knock your socks off."

I sighed and paid the man and exited the car and stood in front of the place. "Well here goes nothing." As I entered I noticed how nice the place was. Low hung lights caused it to be dark with enough light to see clearly. A corner booth was calling my name so I went and relaxed into it. It was in that moment I noticed I could see the entire store from there. After ordering my pizza and receiving it, I became focused on this pizza, which was actually pretty good. It was at the last second I noticed someone slide into my booth. Immediately my body tensed up.

"What up you dumb mother fucker!" It was Brayden. Now how do you tell the man that you call your brother that he's being hunted. With me holding the net

"Brayden you tough son of a bitch. You're a hard man to find." That's all I could sputter out. For some unknown reason I had this sinking feeling in my heart. "How's Australia treating you?"

"Good. The embassy set me up with a beach house, and I met a girl." Brayden had smiled when he mentioned the girl. Usually this never happens. Brayden's the type of person to bounce from one girl to another.

"Really?" A surprised reaction had come across my face. "You actually found a lasting relationship?! The world must be ending." I picked up a piece of pizza and started to nibble on it.

"Yeah. Her name is Sarah Rose-O'Carroll, and she's not just a girl." Brayden lifted up his hand to show me a golden band wrapped around his ring finger. "She's my wife. For a little over a year now. "

"Wow. Congrats man. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks. But what are you doing here?"

"We should go outside for this." I stand up and lay money on the table for the bill and lead Brayden out of the restaurant and they start walking. "I'm hunting some targets."

He replied, "Anything I can help ya with?"

"Actually... yeah. Come back to the states with me." I spoke softly trying not to reveal everything.

I received a stern "No."

"Why?"

"I have business here that I can't leave. I'm sorry. Who's your target?" By now I've lead us to the front of my apartment.

This was it. The moment I had been waiting for. I couldn't help but laugh a little. "My target..." In this moment I looked Brayden right in the eyes. "My target is you."

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