She glanced down at her front just to make sure she’d hadn’t spilled coffee all over herself again. Nope, she hadn’t.
“Why does she get to touch your computers, Zipper?”
She was sure the one who asked was called Zorro, but she couldn’t swear to it. She cocked her head to one side and glanced at Remi, wondering what his response would be too.
“If you don’t see that she’s now family,” Remi muttered as his fingers flew across the keyboard, “then every single oneof you are blind as fuck. Because even with my TBI, it’s as plain as day to me.”
Huh?
But she didn’t have time to question the statement as Remi moved away from her computer.
“There, you have internet access.” He lifted one shoulder. “Don’t fuck it up, sister, or Imma gonna be pissed.”
“I won’t, I promise.” She went back to her keyboard and got to work. Thankfully, the others had nothing else to say and they all buckled down and got to work. At some point, Remi had her swap places and continue her work on his computer so he could code a program into the list site. It was risky, and she was so relieved it wasn’t on her to not fuck that up.
They kept working late into the evening, passing information back and forth with the guys all making notations on whiteboards and filling data into their own notebooks until Remi swore softly and nudged her on the shoulder.
“There’s a timer countdown. Have you seen that before? Did we trip something?”
She glanced at the screen. “I’ve seen that before for auctions. The program will shut itself off when the clock runs out.” Damn, she’d been afraid that was going to happen. “Did you have time to get your program in place?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t have time to test it.”
“You might have triggered something if you’d tried,” she reassured him. “We’ll find out the next time it comes back online again if we have access, or if we have to go through the searches again.”
“Do these jackwads not care that assassins aren’t always computer savvy?” Talon asked. “It’s a sucky move to make them jump through hoops.”
“I’ll take them being sucky if it means they ain’t putting a hole through my forehead,” Gunnar muttered. He glanced athis watch. “It’s been a long ass day, that’s enough for tonight. We’ll come back to it in the morning with fresh eyes.”
“Yeah.” Talon got to his feet. “Now it’s cool enough, I’m gonna take Zombie for a run. Catch you later.”
“Ten minutes, Rem.” Gunnar pulled back her chair, and Jorja got to her feet. “If you aren’t done in ten minutes, I’m switching off the power for the war-room.”
“Bastard.”
“Someone has to be.” Gunnar nodded to the door, clearly expecting her to leave as he requested.
Jorja waited until they were almost to the apartment door before she asked, “Would you really shut down the power to the… what did you call it… war-room?”
“Yeah, war-room, and yes I would.” He opened the door, letting them in. “If I don’t, Remi will forget to sleep, then he’ll be like a cranky toddler by morning. I don’t have the stones to deal with that shit.”
“I’d murder you in your sleep if you shut off my systems while I was working. I’m surprised Remi hasn’t yet.”
Gunnar snorted. “Not from lack of trying. He’s been trying to take the oldest brother spot since the day he was born.” He opened the fridge and peered into it. “You hungry?”
“I could eat.”
“Grilled cheese and soup work?”
“You don’t have to cook for me.”
“I can make grilled cheese and packet soup.” Gunnar grinned. “I can make those two things and gelato and that’s it. Don’t tell anyone else.”
“Why?”
“They all think I have this huge stash of recipes.” He went about boiling some water and fetching the bread out of the box. “We have a competition thing when we have guests. Ifyou can grill it, I’m good. If you can’t, then it’s sandwiches, soup, or gelato.”
“I’m going to have to try this gelato.” She couldn’t just sit here like a spare part while he did all the work. “Let me help.”
