Chasing Victory (The Winters Sisters) by Joanne Jaytanie

his phone shut. He pulled up to the field where his team’s chopper would be landing. By his calculations he still had almost forty-five minutes to wait. So he turned off his engine, laid his seat back and closed his eyes. He knew that the next twenty four hours would be non-stop, and his years in the military taught him the art of sleeping anywhere in order to survive and function in the field. This would be his only time for recharging.
    Tristan woke to the whop, whop, whop, sound of helicopter blades getting louder as the team approached. He sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and got out of his car the same time the helicopter touched down. The door to the helicopter opened and Noah jumped from it.
    Seconds later the engine shut down, the blades spooled to a stop, and Logan got out of the pilot seat.
    “Tell me it’s so, Jack said that I would be driving your Porsche.” Noah knew the car was Tristan’s prize possession.
    “That’s right, and if I find one scratch or dent on her you’re a dead man,” Tristan threatened.
    “Don’t worry I’ll take good care of her,” he teased as he patted the hood of the shiny sports car.
    “Okay kids, we’re kind of pressed for time here so let’s get to it,” Logan said.
    “Always the party pooper,” Noah joked. “I know I’m only here to baby sit. At least tell me she’s pretty.”
    “Keep her safe Noah. Remember the Winters are a very prominent and influential family,” Tristan said.
    “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be good. Give me the details.”
    Tristan spent the next ten minutes reviewing the packet of information he put together over the last couple of days pertaining to all three of the Winters women. He included pictures and every detail, right down to the personalities of every Doberman. He pulled out all the information on Payton and put it together.
    “This should be everything you need. I don’t know how much detail Wyatt decided you should give her, but Payton seems pretty together. Naturally she will be shaken at first, but I believe she will be more than willing to work with you to help get her sister back safely.” Tristan said.
    “Alright then, I guess I’m off. Ah, Tristan, keys? I don’t want the bad guys to beat me to her,” Noah said.
    “Remember what I said,” Tristan threatened as he tossed the keys into Noah’s outstretched hand.
    “No problem. Man, I’ve been waiting forever to drive this baby. You guys take care. See you back at the ranch.” Noah grabbed his gear, threw it into the back of the Porsche, jumped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. A huge smile spread across his face as he put the car in gear and peeled out of the field.
    “Jesus, Tristan. You really think you’ll get that car back?” Logan said shaking his head.
    “I damn well better, and in the same shape it left this field, or he’ll be sorry he was ever born. Let me grab my gear and we can head out.”
    As Tristan walked across the field to pick up his packs that he left where the Porsche had been, his phone rang.
    “Hey Jack, I’m ready for your update.”
    “There’s more chatter coming from the Cessna, and it seems that Seattle is not the final destination,” Jack said.
    “Tell me that you know where they are going.”
    “Pretty sure. They have a small helicopter waiting at the airport for them. A few years back Biotec bought one of the smaller San Juan Islands off of the Washington coast. They have since built a satellite compound and lab there. It’s all very top secret and very secure. That is where they are taking Victory and you only have two ways to get in, by water or air,” Jack said.
    “So that means we will have to leave the helicopter on the mainland, get as close as we can by boat, and then scuba in at night,” Tristan said.
    “That’s probably your best alternative. Security will be tight. Employees are ferried over on company owned boats. I’m still trying to pull up blueprints on the lab but so far no luck. I’m