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Once we’re all standing near, Kaleb steps out of the house, and I feel my tension decrease. My anxiety falls slightly, and I don't miss his stare straight into my heart. The hungry look in his eyes matches mine, and I decide right then that he matches my cravings when it comes to the adrenaline of this kind of stuff.
“Captain Elliott, Captain Harris, this is my team. You've met the pilot Steele, this is Bullet, Tank, Ace, and Vice, and that grinning fool over there is Action Jackson. Everyone come inside, so I can brief you before we leave out.”
He stands holding the front door open, allowing everyone through as he watches me. I wait till the end to walk up and feel the warmth of his smile move over me in this otherwise cold situation. Tension is definitely in the air when I step through the door and look at the men standing together in the large living area. A few begin to sit at the long dining room table, so the rest of us follow.
“We don't have much time. Pierce, get the images up.” He brushes his hand across my back as he passes me to take his spot at the head of the table, allowing him access to the technology surrounding us. The guy he called Ace earlier begins to put information on the large wall behind Kaleb’s back.
“This is Al-Quaren. He has a few look-a-likes surrounding him at all times, so we’re looking for these specific markings.” He shows scars on the target’s arm and neck as well as a small mole on the side of his face. His features are hard to see with the thaub he seems to always wear. “I need him alive. We go in and pick him up. If you're in this room, I expect you to have anyone else's back in here as if you'd have mine. This is a big mission for me before I take some much needed fucking time off. These orders came from The President himself, so don't fuck this up.”
“We’re flying in tonight then immediately boarding a waiting truck . We’ll reach the drop locations later that night. We’ll go in, fuck shit up, grab his ass, and then get the fuck out. Here are the pictures of his pussy sidekicks you have my permission to blow their heads off once you verify it's not our guy.” He begins to show us pictures of five men who look very similar. I work to notice noses, lips, and eyes, focusing on the slightest differences.
“Each of you will have a packet with all of this information. I want you studying the shit out of it on the flight. Know these fuckers like you'd know your own mom before we land that bird.”
I stop obsessing just slightly, knowing I'll have another chance to look. Kaleb keeps his focus on the mission and does very well hiding our relationship from the guys, which I'm thankful for.
“You each have a bag with your gear in it and your fake IDs with clearance back into the US in the event there are any problems. I've given you everything we need to do this without limitations. You'll have heat and night vision capabilities, and your weapons are the ones you're used to using. There's no time to be hesitating even one single fucking second out here. Wear your goddamn vests and headgear with the rest of the clothes and this should go easy.” He pauses to look at me for just a slight second.
“Have each other's backs. This is a ride or die team, and I want you to include Harris and Elliott in on that. I promise you they have the talent to save your asses out here.” His intense stare into his team’s eyes leaves no room for discussion. This is him protecting me. I know this. He knows this.
“If there aren’t any questions, let's load the fuck up and do this. Wear your civilian clothes until we reach Mexico. We’ll have a place to change when we reach the gear that’s already been delivered.” The guys all move to their feet quickly, and I follow just shortly after. I'm moving through the door and past Kaleb when he pulls me back against his chest, closing the door.
“Why are you so fucking distracting? I love watching your eyes when you listen to me talk. You're so damn beautiful it makes my dick hard knowing I'll be taking you away on that trip I promised.” He slides his palm down my arms, and I feel him everywhere. “Have you picked the place?”
“Not yet.” I turn to face him, allowing my hands to touch his chest.
“Well, you need to figure it out, because we leave in about four fucking days.” He leans down to kiss me, and I allow him for a few seconds, kissing him back before we have to make an appearance outside. This time in here goes against everything we planned, and I'm not risking the bullshit if they find out.
“I told Kase and Pierce about us.”
“Kaleb, what the fuck?”
“I had to. They'd have guessed in one fucking second anyway. I wanted them to hear from my mouth I have my head on straight, so they don't start doubting me out there. I'm clear as fuck and they needed to see that.”
“Okay, but they'd better not give me any shit.”
“They won't. Now get out there before I have to tell the rest of those fuckers.” He slaps my ass and opens the door. I give him the eye before I walk out, clearly swaying my ass on purpose until I'm in view of the rest of the team. Let him sit on that.
I take the packet Trevor hands me, then move to the empty seat at the back and immediately start studying. Every single bit of information could make a difference out there. I'm so focused that I miss Kaleb boarding, and before I know it, we’re moving.
I listen to the guys give each other hell and watch Harris join right in. He fits well with these guys; hell, he fits with any team. He's one of those people who could work any room in record time. I'm more the quiet, reserved type when it comes to a group like this. I observe then prove myself with my actions. I've learned that's the only way to shut anyone up anyway.
“Hey Elliott, you too good to cut the shit with us?” Jackson turns to call me out on being impersonal.
“I'm not here to talk to you guys, I'm here to successfully get through this mission. If you want to talk to me, look me up after.” Kaleb’s eyes go wide, and I wait for his smartass mouth, but he holds back whatever he was about to say.
“Damn, didn't peg you for a bitch.” Jackson’s words might've cut deep if I hadn't heard them my whole career. Kaleb doesn't have to say a word this time, because Harris does it for him.
“Shut your fucking mouth. She'll be the one watching your ass out there. You want her hardened and ready for this fucking mission. Stay the fuck out of her head and let her do her thing.”
Jackson looks at me once more, then sits back. I can see his wheels turning, and I have no idea what he's thinking. I'm sure he’ll make it clear eventually.
Bullet unbuckles his belt and moves through the tiny space to sit near me. Kaleb turns to face forward, and I return to looking at terrorist information.
“Don't pay any attention to Jackson. He's our social butterfly. He likes to run his mouth, but he's a fucking beast in the field.” I nod slightly, giving him the clarification he's after. I'm good.
“I'm used to the stereotype. It's all good.”
“My name is Kase. I go by Bullet on this team.”
