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“Switch places between Crew and me,” Mercier said. “I’m decent with close combat, but Crew is actually trained for it. You need him on the front line. I can cover Gray and Shay with Darius.”
He wasn’t wrong. Crew was one hell of a soldier. Or jarhead.
“You know how to make me feel special, papi.” Crew popped a kiss to Mercier’s jaw.
“It’s just the truth,” Mercier replied.
Elliott and I looked at each other.Papi?
“My God, the apple does not fall far,” Reese muttered, amused. “Let’s get Greer back here, so he can be proud of his nephew.”
I smirked.
“What!” Crew jutted his chin. “It’s not ’cause we’re kinky or anything. It’s because he’s old. We’re dirty on a vanilla level. You feel me?”
I snorted and took a swig of my coffee.
“How about we move on?” Mercier asked stiffly. “And I’ll show you vanilla later,kid.”
“What—you don’t wanna discuss your sex life with us?” I drawled.
River and Shay chuckled.
“You’re in a better mood,” Reese noted.
Who was he talk—wait. He was talking tome?
“Huh?” I uttered. I was like Mercier in this group—as in, brand-new. I got the feeling he needed to be eased into the PMC banter madness, and maybe I got that sense because I felt the same thing.
“Nothin’.” Reese smiled and gestured at Elliott. “Proceed, buddy.”
Elliott did proceed, and after making the switch from Crew to Mercier in the rescue team, he added Ramirez as our intel.
We had no idea when and where we would strike; it could be a warehouse, a cabin up in the Andorran mountains, a garage bay in a Barcelona suburb… In short, we’d need the intel in our ears to be vocal, and I’d heard Willow was nonverbal around strangers. She was better running her genius mind in the background.
I hoped I got to meet her one day.
“Before we move out, we gotta gear up,” Elliott went on. “Coach gave me the combination to another supply closet where we’ll find combat gear, weapons, and ammo. There’s a room filled with clothes too, some new, some used. It’s part of undercover training, so we’ll ship it all back when we get home. Pack for a week—and we’ll meet up in the garage out back in half an hour. Any questions?”
“I’m hungry,” Crew said. “Will there be food on the plane?”
“No, and I’m glad you mentioned it,” Elliott said. “We’ll buy that on the way to the airfield. The flight is long, and we need it to sleep and eat.”
Roger that.
“So it’s a private plane?” Crew pressed.
“Yes,” Elliott confirmed. “This model seats twelve passengers in two sections, and I’m gonna pull rank to reserve two of the four chairs in the back section, because they convert to beds. You’re obviously last on the waitlist since you love to remind us how old the rest of us are.” He smiled at Crew.
“Crap,” Crew whispered.
“We can take turns with the other two,” Reese said. “I wanna eat my body weight in sandwiches and study the terrain between Andorra and Barcelona.”
I’d do that too, after I got some sleep. For the first time in days, I actually wanted to sleep. We’d be on a plane moving closer to my girl, so it felt all right. We’d accomplish things in our sleep, literally.
* * *
At 6:49 AM, the seven of us walked into a shop outside the city, and most of us grabbed baskets. It was part convenience store, part pharmacy, part gas station. And we were hungry as hell.
