“Nice,” Greystone said. “Any other family secrets I need to know?”
The group cracked up.
“Let’s ask her if she’ll do this,” Teddy suggested.
“Sydney’s a Special Op with Langley,” Slash said. “Won’t there be a lot of red tape and all sorts of bureaucratic BS we’ve gotta work through for this to happen?”
“It’ll be off the books,” Greystone explained.
Teddy opened the conference room door, turned back. “I’ll bring Sydney in.” Teddy strode down the hall, stopping in the break room. After filling a mug with hot coffee, he filled his water bottle before continuing to Sydney’s office.
The second he came to a stop in the doorway, she flicked her gaze in his direction.
“Hey,” she said. “Is your meeting over?”
“Not yet.” He entered. “Coffee?”
“Love it.”
He set it down, but he didn’t sit.
“Well?” she asked, her gaze drilling into his.
“You’re in,” he replied.
She flashed him a smile. “Was it a hard sell?”
“Only Greystone, but Caroline helped with that.” After downing several gulps of water, he said, “Got time now?”
With the mug in hand, she rose. “Absolutely. I’m happy to be of service.”
Sydney Austin was a five-time gold-medal winner in sharpshooting. She was definitely a cut above the others. For a man who was never without words, this information had silenced him.
He was beyond impressed.
As they entered the conference room, Sin said, “There she is. The woman, the legend, the Olympian.”
All eyes on Sydney.
She glanced around the room, then at Teddy, finally stilling on her sister. “Dammit, Car, why did you tell them?”
Caroline smiled. “Someone had to.”
“Hawk found an article about you,” Slash said, “and he was reading it to us.”
“It was nothing, really,” Sydney said.
The group laughed.
“What you’ve accomplished is notnothing,” Hawk said.
“It’s way cool,” Brit said.
“Definitely something to be proud of,” Rebel added.
“Hell, yeah,” Teddy said.
“Sydney, we want to talk to you about an off-the-books gig,” Greystone said, getting the team back on point. “We need you to take out some terrorists in the Haqazzii terror cell?—
