Their field team decided to leave the scene as is. Colima was so overtaken with violence, authorities wasn’t going to use their limited resources to investigate a few assaulted bodies left mangled in a run-down hotel hallway.
The mission control room was more relaxed now that the adrenaline and concentration had drained out of it.
The real drive holding the classified information was placed in a protective sleeve and loaded into a secured crate by their field chain-of-custody handler.
Nobody spoke about morality and what it took to retrieve the drive, or about the guards Gage had put down and the injuries he’d inflicted.
He didn’t flinch at what his hands had done, didn’t see a need for repentance.
His fighting wasn’t fueled by hatred or vengeance. He was driven by devotion to stand between predators and their victims.
A traitor inside the DEA was selling their agency’s defense strategies for money, helping to shield cartels that poisoned communities and trafficked innocent lives.
If he had to break a wrist, a couple ribs, a jaw, and a few kneecaps to stop that kind of evil, he felt it justified.
Roz approached him. “You good?”
“I’m good,” he nodded as his gear chief stripped him of his kit and stored his weapons for return to headquarters.
Roz squeezed his shoulder. “You were a true soldier tonight, G. You’ve come a long way from that timid kid on the block.”
“You too, brother…you too.”
The rest of the field team packed and left in stages, their voices and footsteps fading down the hall.
Before he could go to Scar, a new set of footsteps arrived—smooth and silent to the common ear.
Outside the door, a deep voice reported in. “White shadow cover is live.”
“Handsome,” Scar said from across the room.
Gage followed the sound of his even breaths until he connected with Scar’s chest.
“Your stuff is already packed. Go change.”
Gage chuckled. “Into what?”
Scar touched his cheek. “Something comfortable, we have a two-hour flight.”
Gage slowly eased out of Scar’s arms and went to do as he’d been told.
White Ravens
Scar
Gage was on his lap before the helicopter had even leveled out.
Scar kept one arm around his waist and used the other to draw him closer by the back of the neck until his nose was buried in his throat.
His scent soothed him like cool water after a long run.
Gage hummed against his mouth, slow and pleased, and Scar stared at his face, unable to believe they were living this life.
Gage slid his fingers into his hair, combing through it and tugging just enough to make his cock take notice.
“It’s getting long,” Gage murmured.
“If it wasn’t for you. I would’ve shaved it off long ago.”
