That took longer than Teddy wanted, but they found a different location for the press.
“Tank,” Sin said through the comm, “Dakota and I are on the way over to Sydney and Caroline.”
“No one climbs on the platform and no one gets in that press box.”
“Got it,” Sin said.
As Teddy and Grey made their way toward the skyboxes, Grey contacted Caroline by phone. “Sin and Dakota are your guards.” He listened, then laughed. “I’ll let Tank know.” He hung up. “They like that we’re not threatened by other alpha males, and they appreciate that their guards are easy on the eyes.”
Teddy chuffed out a laugh. “Good to know.”
The walkways under the stadium were dense with students, but with Tank and Greystone in full SWAT gear, most of the crowd moved out of their way. As they waited by the elevator to the skyboxes, none of the Secret Service stopped them. Teddy and Greystone glanced at each other. When the elevator doors closed, both men released a growl.
“That was bullshit,” Teddy bit out.
“What the fuck just happened?” Greystone muttered.
“We walked right into the elevator and now we’re about to walk down the hall and into the President’s suite,” Teddy said. “Where’s the effin’ security?”
As they rounded the corner, a cluster of Secret Service agents huddled in conversation loomed into view. Teddy didn’t need to tell Greystone his plan… Greystone just knew.
They walked past, tossing anyone who glanced over an acknowledgment nod, but they continued walking toward one of three suites that housed the President.
“Stop!” A man dressed in a suit jogged over. “I’m Agent Goldman. You can’t just walk around here.”
“We’re Special Forces,” Teddy said.
“Yeah, we figured that pretty good on our own. Are you on our list?”
“Quali nomi ci ha dato Evelyn?” Teddy asked Greystone.
What names did Evelyn give for us?
“I nostri alias OP,” Greystone replied.
Our Op aliases.
“I go by Iron,” Teddy said. “This is Cobra.”
The agent scanned the list. “You’re cleared to enter. The President and First Family just got to the stadium. They’ll be up here shortly.”
“Have the skyboxes been swept?” Teddy asked.
“Canines finished five minutes ago,” Agent Goldman said. “We got the all-clear.”
“What’s the story with the waitstaff for the luxury suites?” Greystone asked. “Were they cleared?”
“Not my area,” the agent said. “Check with Agent Alton. She’s talking to them now.”
Teddy and Greystone headed in her direction. She was surrounded by—at quick count—thirty people, all wearing black server uniforms. After Agent Alton finished up with the group, they dispersed to the skyboxes.
Teddy and Greystone introduced themselves.
“What can I help you with?” Agent Alton asked.
“Who did background checks on the servers?” Teddy asked.
“The staff were cleared through stadium security.”
