Oh, shit.
This was bad for a few reasons.
Rayna wouldn’t bail on a call, and Caspian was stirred up. When his stutter came out, he was beyond stressed. That told them he’d tried everything but leaving the building to find her.
That hung there.
All the men looked at her, and their faces said the same thing.
This.
Was.
Bad.
Uriel pleaded with her.
“Elizabeth, she a-a-always answers me. She was w-w-working in her office, headed out to d-d-deal with a bar fight, and then when she got h-h-home, we were supposed to have our c-c-call.”
This didn’t sit well with her, but she tried to stay calm for Caspian’s sake.
Normally, she’d blow this off, but with Devon just looking for ways to chip away at her…
This would do it.
Uriel was hers, and Rayna was his.
If she lost any more security, she was screwed, and that put her in his sights. Now that they knew he had time to lurk around here, watching them, this was a possibility.
Taking out an Archangel would help make them more vulnerable. If he couldn’t get to security to hurt them physically, he had to find a way to take them out any other way possible.
By their loved ones.
For Caspian, she stayed calm.
“Ethan, Gene, and Callen, stay here with Chris. I’m going to go check on Rayna.”
Their eyes went huge.
Only, before they could say shit, she went there.
“I’m going with four Marines. I’ll be okay. We’ll take the Navigator, and we’ll just head to her house. Ivan will be so far up my ass that we’re technically joined at the spleen. We’ll be safe. With everyone on me, he won’t get close.”
That was theONLYreason they weren’t losing their minds. Well, that and they all knew if they went out, she’d worry and be off of her game more than she had been.
“Okay,” Ethan said, speaking for them.
Now that was over, Ivan picked the team that he’d use to get her in and out of the reservation without being hurt. It wasgoing to be him, Raphael, Gunny, and Gryphen. As he picked them, pointing at each one, someone wasn’t happy.
Who?
Uriel.
When he saw that he wasn’t picked to go to his girlfriend’s home, immediately, he interjected.
“I’m g-g-going.”
Yeah, no, he was not.
