His assets were being frozen.
And now, she’d grounded him. With traffic cameras and people, he’d be spotted.
Touché, Elizabeth.
Now, it was his move.
And he’d bet she wouldn’t like what he was about to do.
At all.
* * * The Blackhawks * * *
Monday Morning
Ten A.M.
Damascus Time
When Ethan found Anthony Magnus, he was checking in with him to make sure he wasn’t creating chaos and instead, he was also working.
Someone had to babysit the anthropologist.
With Elizabeth away, the last thing she needed was him making a mess to stress her out.
Blackhawk had done that plenty.
Going into his lab, he found the man working on something. He had that look on his face, and after working with him for over fifteen years, he knew him well enough.
Something was up.
“I’m here to check on you,” he said to Tony. “Are you behaving?” he asked.
He glanced up.
“Uh, why? What did you hear?” he asked, suspiciously.
Ethan laughed.
If anything, Tony was good for some chuckles and to chill a person out. It was damn difficult not to smile around him.
“Tony, do you want the long list or the short list?” he asked, taking a seat on the counter as the man worked. When he did, he saw the spider crawling on the man’s shoulder.
“Are you trying to stress her out? If she calls and sees that spider, Anthony…”
Tony shrugged.
“Not my first day, Ethan. I put her in the drawer when the com chimes. I’ve been evading Elizabeth for years. She only catches me a small percent of the time. Now, as for your question, give me the short one,” he offered. “You know, since I’m busy,” he added.
What was he busy doing, exactly?
“On what?” he asked.
Tony noticed that Ethan looked incredibly tired. There was no doubt in his mind that he was exhausted by all of this.
They all were.
“Want to talk about it?” Tony asked, ignoring the question. “Because you look stressed.”
