“I think those are both safe assumptions,” Nathan replied without inflection.
Chat added, “On a sanctioned op, he would have a prearranged means to contact his handler. This was a straight-up abduction. He needed a way to contact us without raising suspicions.”
“Giving this woman the phone number was a secure way to signal for help,” Steady added.
“So he's in Mallorca?” Herc asked.
Twitch took the ball. “Apparently. Operating on that information, I checked flight data from the day Cam went missing. A privately owned 737 took off from Teterboro airport in Jersey three hours after Cam's Harlem meetup. Destination: Barcelona. From there, the plane went on to Aeropuerto Palma de Mallorca.”
“Ding ding ding, and we have a winner,” Steady chimed in.
Twitch held up a hand. “It gets better. The plane was not a lease. It's a privately-owned craft, property of The March Conglomerate. They have a mining operation on Mallorca.”
Nathan added, “The mining operation is run by Atlas March, who took over the company after Ulysses March died last year.”
“What's his reputation?” Ren asked.
“Sketchy,” Finn spoke. “His name has come up a time or two. He was dipping his toe into the heroin trade when he ran March Mining's Colombia operation. Now that he's in Spain, there are some rumblings in the European cartels.”
“Could be a connection there,” Ren said. “Cam worked in South America. His cover identity, Miguel Ramirez, is from Colombia.”
“There's something else.” Nathan hesitated. “Sofria?”
“Atlas March's cousin is the model Gemini March.”
“No way.” Herc's jaw dropped.
“The files Cam's handler gave me indicate that Cam had an encounter with Ms. March last year on Ibiza,” Nathan added. “And that she has been trying to locate him ever since.”
Ren turned his attention to the table. “Tell me this is not about some girl.”
“Dude, not some girl, Gemini March,” Herc insisted.
“Herc,” Nathan scolded.
“Sorry, boss.”
Nathan stood leaning his palms on the table. “This is not the time to speculate. These are the facts. Cam was taken against his will to Mallorca. One or more members of the March family or employees of The March Conglomerate are involved. Cam's abductors know him by his CIA legend, Miguel Ramirez. He gave an unknown woman his phone number. Is there anything else?”
Tox stood, six and a half feet of determination. “We only needed to know the first one. Let's go get our boy.”
“Hooyah.” Steady joined Tox on his feet. The other men soon followed.
Nathan gave the order, “Pack your bags. Twitch and Chat handle tech and comms. Tox, you’re on weapons. Wheels up oh-six hundred tomorrow.”
Tox looked at Nathan. “You’re coming?”
“Not this time. Emily is too close to her due date. Plus, I want to help Miles put that sewer rat of a senator where he belongs.”
“Copy that.” Tox turned and headed to the armory.
“Uh, boss?” Herc scratched his head. “Do we have a plan?”
Nathan clapped him on the back on the way out of the room. “One Naval Intelligence officer, one Marine sniper, and four Navy SEALs. I’m sure we can come up with something.”