Dakota nodded. “No one knows that terror cell better than you.”
“Why doesn’t Langley send me back to Karakistan?”
Someone jogged into the room. Greystone jumped up, grabbed his weapon tucked in his pants, hidden by his suit jacket, and pointed it at the intruder.
“Don’t shoot me, brother,” Teddy said.
Reality kicked in and Greystone lowered his arm.
“You’re lightning-fast,” Dakota said. “I’m impressed… and a little scared of you.”
Greystone chuffed out a laugh. “Yeah, when I’m startled, I go for my weapon.”
Teddy threw open his arms. “Heyo, bro, put away the Glock so we can hug it out.”
Grey returned the weapon, then embraced his brother.
“So, you two didn’t know?” Dakota asked. “I thought you were living together.”
“I got my own place,” Greystone said.
“We know now,” Teddy said, as he sat across from Greystone. “I’m excited to be working with you, brother. Damn excited.”
Greystone smiled. He’d missed his brothers, especially Teddy. Teddy came into the world with a big attitude, never stopped talking, and was the happiest kid Greystone had ever known. Trust didn’t come easy to him, so working with Teddy might be a good thing.
“Greystone, you asked why Langley doesn’t send you back to Karakistan?” Dakota opened a tourist map of DC and set iton the table. “The Haqazzii terror cell is here. They’re planning a siege on these buildings and they’re calling it the Day of Destruction.”
Greystone tapped his finger on each of the circled buildings, committing them to memory. The Justice Department, the State Department, the Supreme Court, and the U.S. Capitol. An arrow pointed toward Arlington with the word Pentagon scribbled in ink. The final three targets sent blood whooshing through his veins.
The White House, the FBI, and the CIA.
These were personal.
The terror cell was gunning to wipe out federal law enforcement, maybe even overthrow the government, and create national chaos. With these locations as their intended targets, the nation was at risk. A disaster of this magnitude would send the stock market plummeting. If the terror cell was able to carry out their mission, the country, as everyone knew it, could be destroyed.
A surge or adrenaline had him shoving out of the chair. “When?”
“May thirty-first.”
Greystone arched an eyebrow. “This May?”
“Yeah, that’s why we brought you home.”
“I’m good, but I can’t work this alone.”
“Helllllooooo?” Teddy said. “I’m here.”
Greystone shot his brother a cool stare. He had no idea what Teddy did or how he could bring value to this mission.
“In addition to Tank—Teddy—we’ve got a team ready to assist,” Dakota continued. “When we finish up here, we’ll get you set up.”
“Why the hell wasn’t I briefed on this two weeks ago?” Greystone asked.
“We needed you to establish creds at the restaurant,” Dakota explained. “We wanted to give you time to blend in.We’re concerned that the terrorists who are here are tracking us. They got into the country without any problems?—”
“How? They’re on the No-Fly list.”
“Aliases, provided by a network of corrupt government workers,” Dakota continued. “We’ve got a different team working to isolate those individuals. We just needed you here, then we needed to give you a couple of weeks of being a regular Joe at the restaurant.”
