He clapped his hands and stood up, excited, like a kid at Christmas. “They’ve been scrambling.”
I tilted my head. “Scrambling how?”
“I mean it’s been a fucking madhouse in that place this morning. The bigwigs came storming in through the front door and didn’t stop until they got into the conference room at the top of the building.”
“The room across the hall from where the secretarial desk is out there?”
His eyebrows rose. “How did you know?”
“It was the same room they went into and came out of when I was there, infiltrating. Must be their main meeting room.”
“It wouldn’t shock me, seeing as it’s the only room on that top floor without a camera in it.”
I blinked. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he said. “And since we have Jasmine’s confirmation that she has both audio and visual recordings of those meetings on a server somewhere inside of the building, that means?—”
“They use a different system in that particular room.”
He pointed at me. “Exactly.”
None of this looked or sounded good. “Would there be any reason for that, outside of the reasons we’re already working with?”
“GHOST!” Jasmine called out. “Ghost! Come quick! Please!”
I bolted like a bat out of fucking hell. Everything in my body shut down, and everything was fine tuned to getting back to Jasmine. To my little firefly. There was panic in her voice. Did someone corner her in the room? No, that couldn’t be it. The entire clubhouse would come down onto their fucking heads if that happened.
“Firefly!” I called out as I hopped over Ranger’s bed and turned a sharp corner down the hallway. “Jaz! What’s wrong!?”
I heard her crying as I slammed into the room and I withdrew the weapon on my hip, searching for the intruder that dared to harm my beautiful little firefly. But when I saw her sitting at my desk, her face in her hands, I realized why she called for me.
Those assholes were back in her apartment again.
“Ranger!” I called out. “You were right! They’re scrambling!”
I heard him rush down the hallway before he appeared over my shoulder. “Oh fuck.”
Jasmine rested her head on my desk and openly cried. It was a sound that broke my heart as I holstered my weapon and rushed over to her. I scooped her into my arms, and she didn’t fight me. I cradled her close and rocked her softly as her tears wet my shoulder.
“I’m never gonna be able to go hoooome,” she stuttered out in between sobs.
I turned and looked at Ranger. “Clone her fucking laptop. Now.”
Cap came rushing toward us, appearing like a looming shadow over Ranger’s shoulder. “Situation repprt. Now.”
“Got goons in her apartment again,” I said as I held my crying little firefly in my arms. “That makes three times this weekend alone that they’ve raided her place.”
“I’ve got eyes inside of the law firm on her laptop,” Ranger said as he peered over his shoulder at our president. “They’ve been scrambling since four this morning. It doesn’t shock me that she’s got men in her apartment again. They’re getting desperate.”
Cap stared down at him. “You mean to tell me her laptop has eyes inside of that law firm right this second?”
Ranger thumbed over his shoulder. “I can show you, if you’d like.”
“No!” Cap exclaimed. “Clone that damn laptop and lock it down so we can all see it! We’ll take fucking shifts while we watch the inside of that damned building!”
“On it,” Ranger said as he scurried back down the hallway.
Jasmine wiggled out of my grasp and made a beeline for the bathroom.
