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When it was on the table, I waggled the cord at Black. “Make yourself useful.”
While she glowered at me, she did as asked, and once I was plugged in, a few moments of exploring my environs had me taking over the hidden speakers and microphones in the room.
Only whennoxxiouswas blaring from the speakers at a volume that was loud enough to make my ears bleed was I ready to start playing.
Because, as the director had said, this was a game.
And whether he knew it or not, I’d already won round one.
6
CONOR
WARRIOR’S DANCE - THE PRODIGY
THREE HOURS LATER
Riggs’head popped around the door, her brow puckered as she watched me dig into a mega slice of pizza. “Still uncaring about damaging your hearing, I see,” she chided.
Immediately, the volume of the music dropped.
I didn’t bother pouting—tonight’s job was definitely complete.
“I do my best work when my eardrums could burst,” I mocked as I devoured more of my snack.
“Three hours, Conor? Really?” She wasn’t talking about the pizza.
“What did you want me to do? Take my time?” I quipped, taking another bite that was slathered in pepperoni. “You didn’t have to drag my ass to Langley. We wasted time, taxpayer dollars, and increased my carbon footprint by flying me here.”
Riggs, to Black, huffed. “He’s always this annoying, yes.”
She rubbed her ear. “As I’ve learned over the past couple hours.”
“How long was the team working on that?” I questioned.
“We had a team of thirty working twelve-hour rolling shifts for the past ten weeks, twenty-four hours a day.” Riggs pursed her lips. “How hard was it to break in?”
“On a scale of the embassy in Mumbai or the attack on JFK Airport?”
She blinked. “That easy?”
I shrugged.
I hadn’t even needed to break out the worm to get into the comms platform.
If this was what they were throwing at the president’s security, then it was no wonder the First Lady had been murdered.
An annoyed breath rattled from her. “You made notes?”
“Of course.” I tipped my chin at Black. “Gave them to her.”
“We appreciate your service,” Riggs said flatly, sounding anything but appreciative.
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. Be grateful that the president isn’t dead because you guys developed a shitty comms platform.” I bared my teeth at her. “You can spin everything positively if you try, Riggs.”
She huffed. “See him out, Agent Black, if you would.”
Black didn’t answer, didn’t even nod.
