“Alpha Team ran missions with Liam’s team multiple times over the years. Jamie might be First Son, but he’s still cleared through the MDF.”
Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing it would drive away the headache pounding behind his eyes. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me.”
“Don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Can’t you ring the Secret Service to fetch you? I’m supposed to remain here.”
“And do what? Review the same information for the twelfth time? When was the last time you ate?”
Oliver opened his mouth to answer, but it took a second for him to answer. “Breakfast.”
Kyle arched an eyebrow. “Today’s breakfast?”
“Yesterday.”
Which would explain the headache.
Kyle nodded, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around. “Yeah, I thought so. We’re taking your car.”
“You’re rather bossy, do you know that?” Oliver complained.
“I’m an NCO. What do you expect?”
Oliver had no good argument in the face of that fact. He followed Kyle down to the underground car park and was surprised to find his code-keys snatched from his hand once he pulled them out of his pocket.
“I’m driving,” Kyle said when Oliver glared at him.
“It’s my car,” Oliver protested.
“Yeah, and you’re liable to wrap us around a streetlight. You’re dead on your feet.”
Oliver rocked to a halt but was forced to keep moving when Kyle shoved him forward. “I can sleep here.”
“You tried. You didn’t. Now get in the car.”
Kyle’s sniper-focused stare was something Oliver couldn’t meet for long. Even if he wanted to protest more about leaving his post, Kyle didn’t seem like the sort of bloke who would have cared. Oliver allowed Kyle to get behind the wheel and drive.
“Do you even know how to drive in England?” Oliver grumbled.
“You realize more people in the world drive on the correct side of the road like we do in the States than they do in your country?”
“Clearly everyone is wrong.”
Kyle only laughed and proved he could drive on London streets just fine. Oliver let his head fall against the window, unable to keep from tensing up when they crossed the Thames. He knew Kyle’s power wasn’t offensive, and Oliver wasn’t cleared for weapons.
“Don’t worry,” Kyle said, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his thigh. “I came prepared.”
“Legally?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Kyle lifted a military grade handgun from the side door compartment to prove his point. “I don’t go anywhere unarmed if I can help it, and since we’re high priority guests of your country, we get more leeway.”
“To shoot people?”
“Right now? Yes.”
Considering what had happened, Oliver couldn’t say he minded. He might have been a tad jealous, if he were honest.
The Callahans’ Kensington home was a mansion that put Oliver’s parents’ home to shame. The Secret Service was parked out front and patrolled the perimeter as if it were a military fort. Kyle parked behind another SUV already taking up space in the drive.
