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Brax held back a grin. Yeah, like security was going to stop him from doing any damn thing he wanted to do.

He stayed in the emergency room bay as he watched them pump her full of fluids. He continued to ask what they were doing. Kostya called at one point.

“Yeah?”

“I got a hold of the Embassy there in Bangladesh. They’re sending a representative tomorrow to talk to Ms. Rivers. They’re going to want to ask her questions.”

“Good luck with that. She’s out of it.”

“Washington has informed the Embassy what our involvement was. They’re not happy, but they know. So, you can give them a rundown.”

“Where are you?”

“We’re almost to Dhaka. We still need to lie low until we get to India. I’m going to call Nolan next and tell him what we have set up to get Jase to Germany.”

“That’s going to happen?”

“Of course it is.” Brax could hear the smile in his leader's voice.

Brax was sitting in Jenny’s private room when the Embassy official came in to interview her. He immediately disliked him. Jenny was still pretty much out of it. She was gaunt, glassy-eyed and clearly in pain despite the pain meds.

“Hello, Ms. Rivers,” the young American said. “I’m Peter Meyer. I work at the American Embassy here in Bangladesh. I am very sorry about the situation you found yourself in.”

Jenny’s eyes opened just enough so that Brax could see a little bit of green.

“Situation?” she whispered.

Brax’s blood was boiling at numb-nuts using that word to diminish Jenny’s kidnapping.

“Yes. We realize the circumstances were difficult for you, and we want to know what happened from your point-of-view so that we can understand who perpetrated this offense and provide the Bangladeshi government with the pertinent facts.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Brax rose from his chair, throwing the book he was reading on the floor. “What are you talking about, her circumstances? She was fucking kidnapped and kept in a shack without a proper roof and a bucket for a toilet for three weeks. Look at her, she was barely fed, and she’s lucky to be alive.”

The little pissant wasn’t cowering which pissed Brax off even more. He looked at Brax like he was a bug that needed to be brushed off.

“Be that as it may, my job is to ensure our relationship with Bangladesh remains as harmonious as possible. Blowing things out of proportion is not going to help.”

“Fuck that! Fuck harmonious! Look at her!”

“You’re one of the military men who retrieved her, is that correct?”

“Yes. I’m one of the members of the SEAL team that went in and rescued her, that’s correct.”

This guy needs a personality adjustment and I’m just the man to give it to him.

“You’re really not needed at this point. It was my understanding that you and your team were departing to India and then flying home. You should have done the same.”

“And leave her to a vulture like you? I don’t think so. Here’s how it’s going to go. Any questions you have, you ask me.”

“Brax.” Jenny’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Just rest, Jenny. Leave this to me.”

“Brax,” Jenny said in a hoarse voice.

Brax turned to Jenny and gave her a tight smile. “Jenny, I promise. I’ve got this.” Then he turned back to the Embassy creep. “Now listen to me⁠—”

“Brax,” Jenny’s voice was sharp, then she began to cough.