The extra weapons he takes from the black bag slide and click as he checks mags and loads up. I still ignore him, but it's hard not to notice the easy way he arms himself after so long spent barely being able to touch a weapon.
"Come on, Sev," he says. "I'm not waiting any longer. Something's wrong."
"I'm with you, bro."
I hit enter and pray…and the flight data for today fills my screen. "Wait.I got it."
My brothers come back, leaning down to read over my shoulder as I scan the records.
Where is it?
Come on, where the fuck is it?
But there's nothing. There's no record at all of a flight logged for Ambrose De La Rosa today. No departures that already occurred, and no flight plans coming up at all when I use a find function.
"Check commercial," Sev hisses. "Maybe they weren't using the jet."
I check every flight with a takeoff time even remotely close to the time Aurora gave us, but none are going to Charlotte or any other nearby airport. With an easier, faster hack, I have access to passenger records for all commercial flights out of Girona, and Aurora's name isn't on any of them.
Sev growls, and the chair next to me sails across the room, smashing to kindling that rains down on the floor.
"Sev."
He stalks to the black bag and pulls out one of the three bulletproof vests inside. He throws it on and tosses the semiautorifle over his back atop it, adding another handgun opposite the Colt Python on his right thigh.
"How many properties did you narrow it down to?" he asks, not bothering to turn around as he winds grip tape around his knuckles and flexes them to make sure he still has a good range of movement.
I open my mouth, wanting to tell him to calm down, but I can't.
I can't keep pretending nothing is wrong. Something is very,veryfucking wrong. And I no longer give two shits about blowing our cover or exposing our motives.
My fucks have fucking flown.
"Three properties," I answer, joining him at the bag to gear up, my blood singing with murder in my veins.
Sev's eyes are black as he loads up on extra mags, and Eli joins us to put on his vest. "We should split up."
"No," I argue. "We're stronger together, so westaytogether. Hear me?"
A vein in his neck pulses when he flexes his jaw.
"Sev, do you hear me?"
I take him by the vest, making him look at me. "Eli already said his hand's too fucked to trust its aim. You really want to send him in alone?"
His mouth twists. "No."
"Together?"
His eyes narrow to slits. "Together."
I release him. "Good."
"Fuck!" Eli says, shattering the air in the cabin as he trips over an ottoman in the living room trying to rush back to the command center in the kitchen. I realize why a second before he reaches the sat phone.
"Ellie," Sev and I say at the same time.
If Aurora's been made, then…
