“Agreed. Although I also agree that it's shitty that we need him alive,” Van replies to Trip, and Trip’s eyebrows rise in surprise.
We’re not your typical SID agents.
At least that’s what I’m learning about the guys, they all take a more brutal approach, which is necessary, but is where some of the others may hesitate.
My men never hesitate.
It’s hot.
“Hey guys,” Ty greets us as we arrive at where he’s talking to another team. “The Owner convoy just made their second check-in with no issues.”
“Thank fuck for that,” I mutter.
I need to let Rana know that it’s okay and she doesn’t need to run, but I’m going to wait until he’s actually in the prison first. That’s what I would want.
Ty’s gaze drifts to Trip, “I saw you in there, you’re fucking good at what you do. We could use more agents like you. I know you aren’t interested at the moment, but take my card and give me a call if you change your mind. The money is good,” he says as he hands a card to as surprised looking Trip.
I smile. I think we all know how unlikely it is that he takes Ty up on that offer.
“Thanks,” Trip says simply, as he takes the card.
Ty nods, “I’ll keep you guys updated on The Owner. Everything went without a hitch, and we had minimal casualties. The surprise factor definitely worked in our favor. We have a specialist team heading in to gather The Owners files, and we’ve got more teams combing the property for evidence, and all of that sort of thing. We’ll figure out who he sold the wolves and supernaturals to, and put the buyers away for a long time as well.”
“You’re going after the buyers as well?” Trip asks with surprise.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Ty replies firmly.
Trip looks down at the card in his hand, and then holds it back out to Ty, “You’re going to need this then.”
“My card?” Ty asks, sounding confused.
Trip’s lips tilt up into a weary smirk, “Look again.”
“No fucking way,” River exclaims excitedly as we all look back at the card in Trip’s hand and see that it’s now somehow a USB stick.
Ty smiles as he takes it, his eyes lit with memories, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen magic like that.”
Trip watches Ty closely but doesn’t say anything as if he’s waiting to see what Ty will do next.
“That was so fucking cool, man,” Coen says to Trip. “I bet you’d be hell to beat in a poker game.”
Coen’s teasing has effectively broken the tension, and Trip grins, “Don’t play against me if you want to keep your money.”
Ty chuckles and holds up the USB, “What’s on this?”
Trip’s expression becomes serious, “The names and locations of every kidnapped wolf or supernatural going back to the beginning of the sales. I kept tabs on them all. It also contains a list of all of the buyers, the original ones, and subsequent ones if the prisoners were then sold on. It contains all the information about the inner workings of the sales, including the locations of the sales when they have been held in other realms, as well as accounts and identities used.”
My mouth drops open in shock.
Holy shit, that’s a lot of information. It’s realistically more information than we could have ever hoped to get by ourselves, and if we even got close to it, then it would have taken us years and years.
He’s fast-tracked this whole thing.
“Wow,” Reed mutters. “That’s incredibly impressive. How did you manage to find out the names of the ones who came before you?”
“I’m older than I look,” Trip replies simply.
I try not to look shocked. I have no idea how old that makes him, but I am fairly certain that it makes him really old. He barely looks thirty-five, and yet I know the sales have been around since the gates closed in Trieneliea, and that was forty-something years ago.
