Gianni nods. “Immediately, Boss.”

The hunt is on, Fiero and Romola. You will not know what hit you.

I stride onto the two,000-foot tarmac hidden within the forested area of my compound, scanning the horizon for any signal of their helicopter. This runway gained’t ever land an enormous aircraft, however it’s excellent for my two-seater. My males flank me on both aspect, armed and prepared for confrontation ought to enemies discover us right here.

“There!” One among them factors to a small speck within the distance, which he sees by his binoculars. He passes them to me, and I see the speck disappear from sight behind some clouds.

“That is them,” I affirm, quickening my tempo. I board my aircraft, and the engine roars to life.

By the cockpit window, I movement at my males to clear the runway for takeoff. I decide up the radio and get by to Franco. “Deal with it right here, will you?”

“Keep protected, Boss,” he ends the decision.

I start to taxi the aircraft and advance the throttle to full energy. The wheels claw for grip on the tarmac, the aircraft gaining velocity with each passing second. Slowly, I carry off the bottom in a blast of sound and acceleration.

I have to know precisely the place Fiero’s gone. I search the horizon, in search of any signal of my nemesis. My coronary heart beats like a battle drum as I pressure my eyes, looking for a tiny spec within the sky. Each cloud may very well be hiding them, each shadow a risk.

I head within the normal course the place I final noticed his chopper, in the direction of the West. Nonetheless, Fiero’s no idiot. If I are available in too shut, he’ll notice who sits on this aircraft. He’ll attempt to lose me within the air.

Switching on the radio, I transmit a false sign to all close by plane, indicating that I am having some technical difficulties and can change to standby frequencies. The very last thing I need is to alert Fiero that I’m tailing him within the air.

Our males aren’t any fools. If there’s an accident, they’ll have to seek out us. All my planes and choppers have ADS-B and Transponders. Fiero’s may, too. I flip mine on and scan the skies for a blip. There! My display brightens up with all of the air visitors. I see 4 planes in my rapid radius, however we’re close to an airport. I comply with the symptoms on my monitor for plane to the West and spot one transferring at a slower velocity, simply over 150 miles/hour.

It’s the chopper! Fiero’s.

He’s now turning Southwest. If I head west with a slight deviation North, I ought to simply be capable of intercept their course.

I activate the software program to see all the expected routes for his flight, after which I see it. He’s taken a pointy flip from West to Southwest and has been cruising straight for 3 minutes.

His velocity’s the identical.

He doesn’t plan to vary the route.

He’s most likely heading in the direction of Ostia, alongside the coast of the Tyrrhenian Sea.

That leaves me with only a few minutes to meet up with him as a result of Ostia is just fifteen minutes away by air.

I smile on the realization that I simply hacked Fiero’s plan with out him even realizing I did so. It’s factor he’s by no means flown towards me earlier than. I do know these skies just like the again of my hand. There’s no escape.

I bark amusing, fingers dancing over the controls. Did he actually suppose it could be that simple to run from me with my diamond?

I decide up my velocity, following Fiero’s path. My aircraft dances effortlessly by the air, my eyes scanning the horizon, fingers tightening on the controls. I stare intently on the GPS display, following the blip that represents Fiero’s.

I break by a cloud layer, rising on the opposite aspect, nonetheless on his tail. The air grows uneven and unstable, buffeting my small one-engine aircraft, however I maintain quick. Not even Zeus’s lightning might throw me off now.

After which, I see simply the tiniest glimpse of steel earlier than it disappears below the clouds. I duck down too and easily move over the coast of Ostia, its sandy seashores trying like black sand at nighttime.

I carry on monitor on the similar velocity because it’s quicker than the choppers. My coronary heart kilos, adrenaline coursing by me. Immediately, the helicopter reappears, dipping low over the ocean.

With out warning, Fiero veers arduous to the left, making a direct path for the uneven waters. The place the hell is he going? I nosedive proper behind him.

“I’ve obtained them now,” I say with grim satisfaction. “They’re mine.”

Simply then, lightning hits the skies.

Chapter 46

Romola

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