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“I want to get to the scene and go from there. Once I see it, I’ll get a feel for what he’s trying to tell me.”

Uriel was curious.

“How long are we going to be on the ground?” he asked. “So that I can notify the pilots and team.”

Yeah, about that.

She was to the point.

“Under no uncertain terms are they to letANYONEon this jet, and they are to stay on it themselves. I plan on dipping in and getting the fuck out as quickly as possible. The less time I’m here, where he could be, the better off we all are. I have that feeling in my gut, and I don’t like it.”

Raphael knew why.

She was playing‘just in case’.

Deep down, they knew that Elizabeth was anticipating any way that Devon Slater could slow her down, and fucking with her jet...

That would do it.

Blowing it to kingdom come would also end the game, and her life.

“Do you want one of us to stay with it?” Uriel asked.

Raphael shut that down pretty fast. Already, he didn’t like only having two people on her—even if they were Archangels. He would have preferred four, minimum, but they were divided up, ensuring the kids, Wyler, and the husbands were all covered too.

They couldn’t afford to lose a single security guy at this point, or bad shit might happen.

“Yeah, no. We’re both on her. Ivan wants double protection, and his exact words were that if she needs help wiping her ass, we’re up to bat.”

She glanced over.

“I hope that’s neither of your kinks,” she stated, “because he’s weird. Who is jumping me in a bathroom?”

Uriel was trying to keep it light. The heaviness in the jet was starting to screw with his Chi.

And he didn’t like it.

Not.

At.

All.

“Ethan, Callen, Chris, and we think Gene. Care to share on that one?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Are you petting the bear? You can tell us. We won’t say shit.”

Raphael got in on it.

“We’ll just pantomime it to the other security guys when we get back,” he teased.

That made her laugh.

These two were all kinds of wrong, but mostly in the best way. She appreciated their antics. It was helping her stay calm.

Mostly.

“They’re all perverts, and I’m not kissing and telling anything to the yentas,” she stated.

Well, shit.