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A hint of a smirk.
“Which means you didn’t hear it from me.”
Figures.
Bootsteps echo behind me.
More than one.
I turn slightly.
And there they are.
The rest of them.
Ethan Cross.
Ronan Pierce.
Jonah Elliot.
Lance Levine.
Jason Thorn.
Delta Five.
“I guess you know we can get in trouble for this?”
We are out of the service.
We don’t have to follow protocol.
Even though we run secret missions for our President.
They aren’t even pretending not to follow me.
My gaze sharpens.
Ronan pushes off the wall.
Slow.
Controlled.
That quiet, dangerous presence he carries?
Yeah.
That hasn’t changed.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he says.
Jonah shrugs.
“Command said stand down.”
A beat.
