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Those words jerked her head up. All of her focus centered on her commanding officer. Sparrow swept his gaze around the group. “We’re sending a partial team,” he announced.
Had Sparrow said the missing man’s name and she missed it?
“Who…” Her mouth was desiccated, so she tried a second time. “Who is missing?”
“Overstreet.”
Her mind went haywire. Electrical lines in her brain swayed in a gale force wind until they started to fall, sparking and starting fires inside her mind.
Missing. Overstreet.Those two words did not belong together.
“Was he…on leave?”
Everybody was staring at her now. Damn, she had to find some control. She hadn’t spent years proving herself to be called out on her mistakes now.
“Yes, five days’ leave.”
“Where was he headed?” She couldn’t believe it. This was just like him. She was pregnant and now the man responsible turned upmissing?
“Overstreet didn’t provide that information, but we know he was on a flight to Mexico.”
Goosebumps rippled down her arms. Mexico. The place they’d honeymooned.
Sparrow tapped the table with two fingertips. “I need three operators to go to Mexico to see what you can find.”
“Most likely we’ll find Overstreet in bed with a couple of hotties and a bottle of tequila,” Gunnison commented from the end of the table.
Lena sent him a glare. “He wouldn’t desert for alcohol and pussy.”
Mustang pressed a fist to his lips to hide his laughter, but his eyes showed it in the creases around the corners.
“I agree with Graham. Charlie’s worried as hell.”
“Why isn’t Charlie going after him then?” Gunnison asked.
“They’re on an op. Let’s not assume the worst. Overstreet is only missing until we find him. The team moves out tonight.” Sparrow jabbed a finger across the table. “Frost, Mustang and—”
“I’m going,” Lena spoke up.
Sparrow’s stare met hers across the table. “And Graham makes three. Gear up. Your flight leaves in one hour.”
THREE
Mental training was never Slade’s favorite part of becoming a SEAL. Having a hood over his head was always one of his triggers.
It was also something he’d learned to overcome. So what if he was blind to his surroundings? He could still sense a threat.
And all his senses were prickling.
Someone was in the room with him, even though he’d listened to heavy footsteps moving away approximately three minutes before.
Then a second person made his presence known when he began speaking. It took a moment for Slade’s brain to kick into gear and register the Spanish. Languages had never been his strong suit—they were Lena’s, though. If she were here—
Thank Christ she wasn’t. He’d be losing his goddamn mind instead of biding his time, waiting to see what his kidnappers wanted.
Slade breathed too shallowly. He needed to get a grip on his body’s reactions. In situations like this, he usually found gaslighting himself into believing he was fine was effective.
You’re fucking fine, you pussy. Just hanging out in chains and a hood. Any other Tuesday.
