“Fuck,” Stone swore. “I hate how we literally have no answers.”
“None. Other than to go to Lo and ask her for her source,” Gage said.
“I’m not above that. I’ll go. Maybe I still have an in with her that I can exploit,” Hawk offered.
“Just don’t sleep with her,” Sebastian groaned. “That’s the last thing we need.”
“I wouldn’t—” Hawk started to argue.
Christ. Stone groaned as he tried to stretch in the chair.
“You good?” Hawk asked. “Need a break before we dive into this?”
“Nope. I’m fine. Just pissed I can’t remember anything about the goddamn shooting. It feels like this is all…”
“Connected.” Gage finished his thought.
“You guys feel it too?”
They all nodded.
“Can someone finally tell me what actually happened the morning I was shot?” Stone asked.
Sebastian shook his head. “No. That’s enough. We won’t be talking about that?—”
“Why the hell not?” Stone interrupted. “I want to know. You’ve all been dodging it since I woke up.”
“Your doctor was clear. We have to give you time for the memories to come back on their own. If Hawk was to tell you what he saw that morning… it might taint your memories, when they do come back. I know it’s frustrating.”
“There has to be something you can tell me.”
Stone looked around the room.
“Cap?” Gage asked.
“Yeah. I don’t see why not.”
Gage turned to Stone. “You know I was going through everyone’s phones and laptops as a security measure. To make sure someone wasn’t in our systems looking at things they shouldn’t have access to.”
Stone’s eyebrows pulled together as he set his elbows on the table. “Yeah. You found something somewhere?”
“I did,” Gage said as he turned on the screen at the far end of the room. A string of text messages appeared in front of him.
Unknown:
The devil is coming for you.
Unknown:
I know the truth, and soon the world will, too.
Unknown:
Alejandro Martinez. Sean Landon. Andrew Limerick. Gabe Wollworth. Christopher Caulleou.
Names he would never forget. Names of people his training couldn’t save. Names of his brothers in arms that were now carved on sacred ground. Names that were spoken at family gatherings because the man was no longer there. He’d triaged them all in the field, and hadn’t known their fate until he was back stateside, and they were being flown into Dover.
But a red flag started waving in his mind.
