Already, they knew it had to be dire.
Gene continued.
“Callen’s jet is still at the air strip there. Can you get your asses on it? So far, this killer took out one of her Marines, and then poisoned her secretary. He’s picking off whoever is notlocked down in order to get to one of us. Honestly, we’re worried for everyone. With one slip, one of us could be next.”
Jagger was curious.
“Do you have anything yet that we can use to begin tracking this person?”
That was the problem.
And he knew it.
“We’re still working on it. This is bad, guys. Like she’s about to go nuclear and either burn the world down or fall apart. One more thing and we’re worried about her sanity.”
They got it.
It was go time.
Elizabeth had moved mountains for them when they’d reached out to her for assistance, and it was payback time.
They owed her about fifty favors, and were more than willing to make that happen.
“When she was inNOLA, she looked horrible,” Maura admitted. “We’ll mobilize. See you in the morning. Where are you at?”
He told them.
“We’re in lockdown at FBI West—Damascus, Utah.”
Jagger laughed.
And his wife knew why.
“Oh, we’re totally bringing Zayn. I can’t wait to make him walk into the FBI building. He’s going to be twitchy as fuck leading up to that. This should be fun.”
Only, Gene didn’t laugh.
That should have told them exactly all they needed to know. This was a really bad situation for everyone involved.
As in it was ready to implode.
“Just get here. I’ll work all night to get you guys something. Just hurry. You’ll be cleared to get inside. Maura has creds,” he said before hanging up.
At his statement, Jagger looked over at his wife to confirm what was just said.
“You have creds to get into the FBI buildings?” he asked.
She snorted.
“Dude, yes. You don’t?” she asked like it was a completely normal thing to question.
Jagger stared at his wife.
“You know damn well I don’t have creds. The only place you spend more time in than in trouble is in my wallet. You would have seen them.”
She laughed.
“I mean, you carry cash. A girl needs a sweet treat when she’s working. I don’t carry money, and where would I put my purse? Next to the bazooka?”
