And Demeter.
Gabe could see it was all of Elizabeth’s inner circle, so they could have this conversation.
“We need to talk, Ethan. Send me to the big screen. Anyone you don’t want hearing this should step out.”
He paused.
What?
Where was this going?
“Uh, hear what?” he asked.
Gabe didn’t mince words. Instead, he reiterated what he’d just said to the man.
“Send me to the big screen.”
Ethan did as he was asked, and now, his belly was rolling with worry. Gabe had that look on his face, and it didn’t look like it was going to be a good conversation.
As Gabe popped onto the screen, he could see them all from his phone.
So, he began.
“Tonight, a Russian spy made an attempt at the transport carrying Deputy Director Elizabeth Blackhawk.”
There was a gasp. Suddenly, this sounded like a notify call, and that didn’t bode well for them.
The tone spoke volumes.
Someone.
Was.
Dead.
Hearing those words, Chris actually dropped his clipboard and pulled off his gloves. His heart was racing.
“I don’t like this,” Callen whispered, as Gene put his hand on the man’s lower back.
Gabe continued.
“There is a casualty,” Gabe admitted. “In the attempt on Elizabeth’s life, Captain Jet Donato was killed, and both Marines and Elizabeth barely escaped with their lives.”
Chris stood there, shellshocked, and he looked scared.
Hell.
They all looked scared.
Saint moved closer, and Ivan followed in case he needed him. There was no doubt the man was scared for his husband.
Join the crowd.
They all were.
“Where is my wife?” Ethan asked, his whole world bottoming out. “What happened?”
Gabe shared.
