“Boss?” she asked.
Elizabeth considered the options.
“We need to do this face-to-face. We don’t know what she has access to in there. I have no doubt he ordered flowers and picked them up here to deliver to the FBI building. That would be the best cover.”
Yes, yes, it would be.
“Then, we have to go in and get the situation under control before she can grab anything.”
Elizabeth wasn’t playing.
“Gloved up. I don’t like fucking around and finding out after the fact.”
Yeah, they were with her on that.
“Then, I’m going in,” Maura stated. “Your face is too familiar, and while men go in to buy flowers, a woman is going to be less frightening than if we send in Gene or Zayn.”
That was a good point.
“I’ll incapacitate. You guys get gloved up. As soon as I have her locked down, I’ll turn the open sign.”
Jagger hoped his wife was careful.
“Don’t do anything crazy. Baby on board.”
She pointed at Zayn.
“I know. I’m tired of carting his fat ass around and babysitting him, too.”
Oh, Zayn flipped her off instead because he wasn’t saying shit while this close to her. It would end with him getting punched in the balls.
The bottom line was that the Major could get mean.
To cover herself, she grabbed a hoodie that Rogue handed her. When she tugged it on, it covered her guns and vest. Now, she was protected and safe.
“Don’t touch shit,” Jagger said. “Got it?”
She rolled her eyes, tossed him the keys, and pulled some cash out of her pocket.
“Got it, husband.”
With that, she headed toward the building, com in her ear, so she could hear them.
“She has a bunch of cameras,” Maura said, her com live. “I hope you’re all over them, Rogue,” she stated.
His voice came over the com.
“They are looped. She won’t see anything coming if she’s watching.”
That worked for her.
Heading in, she put a smile on her face and walked into the woman’s shop.
And it was cute.
Oh, it was also pricey-looking. Someone was making a good deal of coin selling poison.
“Hey!” a fifty-something-year-old woman said from behind the counter.
