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“He’s old enough to go where I go,” Ice said, holding Hunter’s gaze.
“Give me a few days,” Hunter finally said. “I’ll make a call.”
Ice gripped Hunter’s shoulder. “Thanks, man.”
“We owe you,” Hunter said.
Hunter was speaking about Joshua. Ice had done what any human with morals would have done and rescued Seven’s younger brother from a dangerous situation. They didn’t owe him a damned thing because he knew if push came to shove, they’d be there for him in a heartbeat.
“No.” Ice shook his head. “Friends don’t owe friends.”
Erebus headquarters—undisclosed location
“I want back in.”
Ice stared at Solomon, who sat behind his wide oak desk inside a state-of-the-art warehouse.
The leader of the Erebus assassins said nothing for a few moments and instead gazed at him as if contemplating something. Solomon was looking him over as if his stare could assess his current state of mind.
The man’s phone rang and he answered it without looking at the caller ID.
“Solomon.” A pause and then, “Come up.” The Erebus leader hung up the phone and continued staring at him.
Ice waited. There was no way in hell anyone could read his mind. He had a poker face and icy blue eyes to match.
When the office doorknob turned, Ice pulled up the neckpiece that would cover his lower face and flipped up the hood of his black sweatshirt. He slid his hand into his pocket where he had his Ruger tucked inside.
Two men entered the office, one slender man was completely shrouded in black, including a hood. Another, bigger with more muscle, had a dark cover pulled up over his face, only his eyes uncovered.
“Rogue, Fisher, this is Ice,” Solomon said flatly.
Ice knew Fisher, the man was an ex-Pegasus operative turned assassin. He’d met the guy several times while hanging out at Creed and Kellum’s place after they’d eliminated the enemy that had plagued Kellum for most of his life. Fisher was a quiet man, but he played a mean game of pool, and Ice had shared a smile with the guy when they’d cleaned up the table during pairs. He’d heard from Creed that Fisher was an unpredictable wild card. Whatever that meant.
Both men flipped their cell phones and IDs down on Solomon’s desk and took the burner phones he handed over. The bigger one yanked open the door and walked out, Fisher turned to him and gave a brief one-finger salute before disappearing out the door and closing it behind him.
“Okay,” Solomon finally said after several minutes. “I talked to Dave earlier. You know what this means, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Solomon glanced at the laptop that sat in front of him on the large oak desk. “Hunter gave his approval and so did a few others.”
Ice didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that Solomon had probably called Dave after hearing he wanted to rejoin. And Ice knew for a fact that Seven, Stone, Creed, and Wrath had all told Solomon to let him back in. It paid to have friends in high places. Plus, the fact that Ice knew a lot of the members made sliding back into Erebus so much easier.
“Why?” Solomon asked.
“Why what?”
“Why do you want back in?”
What was he supposed to say? That he wanted back in to search for a man he couldn’t get out of his head? That was only part of the reason. He’d been on the fence about returning to Erebus for a few years. Roaming around had become pointless and he sucked at holding down a real job. He’d even checked out Dave’s other specialty teams, like Pegasus and Phoenix. That hadn’t done a damn bit of good to help him make up his mind. He supposed that any one of the units would do, but after meeting Echo, his decision became clearer.
“Stone said you ran into Echo.”
Ice held Solomon’s hard, flat gaze. “I did. I don’t recall seeing Echo the last time I worked here.”
“He was away for a long time,” Solomon said, glancing at his arm and the long pink scar.
Cocking his head slightly, Ice waited Solomon out.
