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Tai’s jaw dropped.
They both perused the space around them without moving their heads, the surveillance automatic. Jason Reilly, their demolitions specialist, had gone radio silent the minute the money hit their bank accounts. To be fair, everybody on the team had scattered, but with Jason, it felt…different.
Tai jabbed a finger at Bridger’s phone. “Encrypted?”
He tilted the screen so his friend could see the gibberish.
Tai whistled softly. “Full military-level code.”
“Yup.” Jason would trust that Bridger still had an untraceable phone, and the software to decode the message.
Tai toyed with his bottle, keeping watch so Bridger could run the decryption app without anybody getting close enough to see his screen.
Adrenaline surged through his body, lighting him up. This was the closest he’d come to an op in years.
“It’s probably a wedding invitation or something,” Tai mumbled, his attention on the other patrons.
Bridger ignored him, frowning down at the screen as the words unscrambled.
Yo, Cap:
If you’re reading this, I’m in the wind.
Wish I had more time to fill you in, but I gotta jet. Chickens coming home to roost and all that.
Someone’s got it in for me. Could be the Consortium. Or not. I pulled more than my share of solo jobs over the years, so this could be personal. Either way, it’s possible it’ll be lethal. Kind of a me-or-them type of thing.
Anyhoo, not why I’m writing. I’ll get this handled, but while I’m gone, I need your help.
Since our “retirement,” I’ve been helping folks. People who need our particular talents. And I hate to leave a job undone.
If you could see your way to finishing this op I started, I’ll be in your debt.
Not that you need the money. Hehe.
Relevant info is in a burn box under the kitchen sink. My will’s in there, too. Everything goes to Jane. I don’t know if these guys on my tail are coming your way or not. Watch your back, and tell that Jarhead, Tai, to watch his six, too.
I owe you, Cap. I’ll be in touch once I shake these goons.
Stay safe, my friend. And go with God.
J.
Bridger stared at the words until his neck ached. His body thrummed with suppressed energy. Battle energy.
Tai glowered at him. “You gonna fill me in, there Fly Boy?”
Bridger slid the phone toward his friend. “We’ve got a mission.”
Two, actually. Complete Jason’s op, then find him...or his killer.
Tai’s expression hardened as he read the text. “Looks like a road trip’s in order.”
Bridger stared out into the thickening mist. Another late spring day in Seattle. He wouldn’t miss the gloom. “Get your shopping list ready, son. We’re hitting the road in the morning.”
Tai’s eyes widened. “How big a list?”
“Whatever you need.”
