Washington followed Beckham and Reyna into the room.
“As many of you know,” Sydney began, “early this evening, we sent a scouting team to look into the reported farming camp. That mission failed. It was an ambush. They knew we were coming. They planted the information for us to find. Which means we are no closer to locating the actual farming camp, we don’t know how the camp will be utilized, and we have no idea when it will be functional.”
“Whatdowe know?” Penelope asked curtly.
Sydney shot her a furious look. “That nearly a dozen of our top soldiers were either taken or killed at this decoy camp. They are MIA. And Visage clearly wanted us to know about these plans. They sent Everett to us knowing he would reveal the information.”
“Then how do we know there actually is a feeding camp?” Penelope asked. “Perhaps it was all just a lie to make us look a fool.”
“It’s not,” Beckham said. “I found correspondence at Visage with coded information about it. Once I knew what I was looking for, I found it. They’re doing this. I just don’t know when or where.”
“Which means Harrington no longer trusts you,” Sydney said. “Which officially confirms what we already suspected—you’re out.”
Everyone was silent at the realization that their top double agent was out of the game.
It didn’t faze Reyna. She stood and slapped her hands on the table. “Then there’s only one thing we can do. Only one thing we must do. We must stop the camp any way that we can. We cannot let it happen.”
“And what do you propose?” Penelope asked with a sneer.
“We create chaos. We kill Harrington.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Sydney nodded. “I agree.”
“What?” Penelope asked in shock. “How would we even do that?”
“I’ll draw him out,” Reyna said.
“No,” Beckham said at once.
Reyna continued as if she hadn’t heard him. It was so simple. So very simple. “I think it’s time we test that blood theory you have, Becks.”
His eyes narrowed. “Absolutely not.”
“If Harrington can sense me, he’ll come to me. I’ll lure him out into the open. You finish the job.”
“There are a million things wrong with that scenario.”
“Where would we do it?” Sydney asked.
Beckham snarled at her. “You can’t be considering this.”
“I consider every option. Reyna is willing. She made the suggestion. I’d be a fool not to consider it.”
“She’d bebait.”
“Yes,” Reyna said. “I’ll be bait. We just need to find a time when Harrington will be out in public. Somewhere not as guarded as Visage or wherever the hell that monster lives.”
“No,” Beckham repeated.
“You will not change my mind,” she told him with all the fires of a thousand suns.
“I’m throwing a New Year’s Eve masquerade party,” Penelope said. “Harrington was invited.”
“That’s only five days away,” Gabe interjected. “Not much time.”
“Then he’ll never see it coming,” Reyna said.
