Three rings later, she answered.
“What’s up?” Her words were clipped, and she sounded distracted.
“Do you have time to trace a license plate for me?”
“Go ahead and give me the information, but I’ll need to hand this off to Luna. She can work this from our main facility in California.” Sammy clicked keys in the background.
“Virginia plate, Roger Helo Tango four one seven. Newer-model black Suburban.” He gave her the rest of the pertinent information.
“Thanks.” As usual, keys clicked furiously in the background.
“Everything okay?” He could tell something was going down.
“Bravo team is in Serbia, and things are getting a bit hairy for them.” Sammy sounded concerned yet focused.
One of her primary and most important tasks was to provide overwatch to teams deployed all over the world. At any given moment, she could pinpoint their exact location with the help of a bio-patch the size of a dime that Luna Pannikos created when she was only nineteen. She was Caleb O’Halleran’s sister-in-law, and she was brilliant.
Every operator in the field wore one behind their ear that was designed to match their individual skin tone. If you weren’t looking for it, you’d never know it was there. Sweatproof, waterproof, and resistant to EMPs—electromagnetic pulses—the small device tracked each operator’s location and vital signs. Once Sammy had their GPS coordinates, she could tap into just about any satellite floating around the earth and get eyes on them.
“Threat level?” Hawk asked.
“Ten.” Her voice was solemn.
Not good.
OSI mission threat levels ranged from one to ten, one being the least amount of danger to the team, ten being the highest level of danger.
“Wait … Mathias and Killian are on that mission, aren’t they?” To their older brothers’ dismay, the O’Halleran twins had insisted on being on the same team.
“They are.” Sammy was all business.
Shit.
Mathias and Killian were great guys with very different personalities. Killian was a charming extrovert and loved being around people, especially his fiancée, Kinsley. Mathias was a classic introvert who didn’t talk much and preferred spending low-key time with Beatrice.
They shared one of those powerful twin connections you often heard about, but theirs went much deeper than merely finishing each other’s sentences.
The O’Hallerans were a super-tight bunch and, even though they were used to this kind of work, he knew they were all deeply concerned about both of them.
“I’ll let you go, then,” Hawk said.
“I just sent that info to Luna. She’ll get right back to you with the details.”
“Thanks, Sammy.” She ended the call without her usual “you bet”send off.
He scrubbed his hand down his face. Things must be really bad for Bravo team.
A warm hand curled over his forearm. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He had to believe the team would be okay because the alternative was unacceptable. “Change of plans.”
He made a sudden sharp left turn and sped toward the highway.
“Where are we going?” Her body leaned into the door as he made the turn, and she reached up to grab the handhold above the window.
“Your office.” He gave her a fast glance. “You still okay with that?”
“Um, sure.” She rubbed her hands down the thighs of her pants.
