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“Who is she?”

“You two gonna help before the defense force shows up or stand around and gossip?” Kyle asked as he dragged a body into the courtyard.

Without another word, Declan jogged off, leaving me wondering who the fuck Tatiana Jones really was and who she worked for. I didn’t pull out of my stupor until Kyle passed me on his way back to the street and slapped me on the back.

“Come on, lover boy, we got stiffs to stack.”

It took us less than ten minutes to move the bodies and shut the gate behind us. Zane had arranged for a clean-up crew to come in and dispose of the men. No one had IDs or any marks that would help us figure out their identities. We’d have to wait until our intel specialist back in Maryland ran the fingerprints Declan had scanned and emailed.

The moment we entered the house I knew she was gone. I didn’t need to see Dec’s cell phone and the HK416 lying on the table to know. Interestingly enough, she hadn’t left the Sig P226. For some reason, that made me smile. Sneaky bitch ran off with one of our handguns. It was all the reason I needed to track her down. I couldn’t have her stealing company property.

“She left you a note.” Dec handed me a slip of paper.

Brooks,

Thanks for today.

I owe you one.

T.

“Who was she talking to?”

“Don’t know. Her handler if I had to guess. He knew the color and mission code so I let him speak to her.”

Who the fuck was Tatiana and where did she go?

Chapter 6

It had been two days since I’d seen Tatiana and there was a knot in my gut the size of a boulder. We’d gone by what was left of the fire-bombed annex but there was nothing there. We’d checked her apartment, the one I’d followed her from the morning of our ill-fated boat ride, and it was empty.

“Brooks! Get in here,” Declan called from the dining room.

Max, Thad, and Kyle were already around the table waiting for me.

“What’s up?”

“Rocco, Ace, and Gumby are MIA.”

Yesterday when we were at the naval base talking to the MPs about the fire at the annex we were shocked to run into Gumby and Ace outside of the temporary tenant quarters. The three men were a part of a six-man SEAL team stationed in San Diego. We’d actually worked a recovery mission with them not too long ago. An international group of the power elite known as The Omni had made the mistake of initiating a bad play. They’d taken down Marine One and had kidnapped the president. The only thing the group had done was piss off Tom Anderson, and expose where his security weaknesses were. Those holes had not only been patched but double fortified. The Omni Group had been on every US three-letter-agency radar for years. The issue had always been their membership was a closely guarded secret. Not even the impressive John “Tex” Keegan could break their code. That was until recently. Now we knew, Omni members held positions of power in our government. What that meant exactly was anyone’s guess.

“Come again?”

“Tex called. They missed their last check-in. It’s been over twenty-four hours,” Dec reaffirmed.

“Last known coordinates?” I asked.

“Need to know.”

“Hate to state the obvious,” Thad began, “but we need to know.”

Thad was our team’s MacGyver. There was nothing the man couldn’t hot wire, fix, or rig. Unfortunately, none of his impressive skills would help us track the three men.

“Tex is working on it. So far, it’s a no-go. Grab your shit, we’re out of here in five.”

“Copy that,” Max agreed and double-timed it out of the room with Kyle hot on his heels.

“Any idea where to start?”