For fucking sure.
Thomas was to the point.
“Return their bodies to us and stay off of our land unless you are willing to leave the FBI, and don’t bother having Wyler speak to us on this topic. It’s finalized.”
With that, the two men turned, and headed out the front door of the FBI building.
“Well, that went about as well as I’d hoped,” Callen stated, sighing.
Ethan said nothing.
He knew that he now had to make a choice.
Was he the man he was now, or was he the man he’d fought all those years to be?
Either way, the Blackhawks were now without the Native community.
Yeah, Devon Slater fucked them real good.
* * * The Blackhawks * * *
Getting Lunch
Outside of Damascus
Holding Time
WhileThe Hunterswere getting something to eat, Elizabeth wasn’t in the mood. The last thing she wanted was to eat when the seconds were ticking by.
What she wanted was to find Devon, rip his eyes out, and laugh while doing it.
Only, she didn’t know where he was.
Deep down, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever find him.
Beside her, Gene was sending out messages to everyone, trying to figure out how they could get a bead on Devon.
Oh, and she appreciated him being her ride or die on this one. So, she told him how she felt.
“In case I forget to tell you, thank you,” she said.
He glanced over.
“For?”
She rested her head on his shoulder.
“For saddling up and heading into the cuckoo with me. Thank you for having my back.”
He kissed her on the top of the head.
“Why wouldn’t I want to jump into the crazy and wrangle the lunatics with you? This is the fun stuff,” he said, lying his ass off.
It was not fun.
Not.
At.
