Teddy shook his head. “Not good enough. We’ve got a couple hundred VIPs with the President and First Fam. You got someone to run backgrounds for you?”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Agent Alton headed toward the congregating Secret Service officers.
“We got a problem,” Teddy muttered.
Greystone dialed, put the phone to his ear. “Rebel, I need your help.” He explained the situation, hung up, and regarded Teddy. “He and Brit will run backgrounds.”
Teddy and Greystone strode over to Agent Alton, who offered a smug smirk.
“Hello, boys,” she said. “Here to tell me how to do my job again?”
“Two Special Forces will run checks,” Greystone said. “We need the list.”
“I’ll give you what I have, but the list isn’t accurate.”
“What the fuck,” Teddy growled.
“Any staff who called out this morning were replaced with last-minute adds.” She raised her thick eyebrows at him. “I work with humans, they’re fluid creatures.”
Teddy pulled out his phone. “I need a photo of your list.”
She held it out, he snapped a pic, then forwarded it to Rebel and Brit.
A few minutes later, Rebel and Brit hurried toward him, also dressed in SWAT gear.
“Security is somewhat disorganized,” Brit murmured.
“No shit,” Teddy bit out. “This is Agent Alton. She’s managing the servers.”
After confirming Rebel and Brit had Agent Alton’s list, Teddy left the project in their competent hands.
“Skyboxes next,” Teddy said to Greystone.
The brothers stood like guards in the back of the first suite, eyeing the servers. They were busy setting up the appetizers and filling glasses with ice.
Teddy recognized no one from the Haqazzii regime, but someone new could have been brought in to carry out the assassination. BLACK OPS were flying blind. They had no idea who these people really were.
The event had too many moving parts, with too many “fluid creatures” that Teddy had no control over.
No control at all… and that’s what worried him the most.
SYDNEY
Sydney had never beenon full display while doing her job. She’d spent her career hiding in the shadows, like a vampire.Out at night, laying low during the day. She worked when her targets were most vulnerable.
At this moment, she and Caroline were standing on the press box roof in full-on SWAT gear, a rifle cradled in her arms, like a baby.
“Are they staring because we’re women?” Caroline asked.
“I think they’re staring because it’s impossible to miss us,” Sydney replied. “This is crazy, and it’s only going to get worse the second they flip on the stadium lights. When the sun sets and the skies darken, those lights are gonna blind me.”
“That’s not for another couple of hours,” Caroline said. “We’ll deal with that when it happens.”
Someone in the stands yelled up, “What’s going on up there? You gonna put on a show for us?”
“Yeah,” Sydney muttered. “I’m gonna give you an extreme closeup of my fist if you don’t sit the hell down.”
Caroline snickered. “There’s the sarcasm I know and love.”
