“Yes, ma’am. He’s in his quarters and secured,” the lead officer responded.
Jo broke into a jog with her crew following behind her.
It still wasn’t fast enough for him.
He barged through the security wing’s double doors like a wrecking ball. The sub-department was called Overwatch Operations.
It wasn’t security. It was the eyes behind security. The sector that watched the watchers.
Eighteen specialists sat in staggered rows, each with a wall of feeds, audio channels, maps, badge logs, and a fuck load of other technical stuff Scar didn’t care about.
He hollered out the moment he crossed the threshold.
“Gage!”
Staff flattened themselves against the wall to clear his path.
He found Gage in the largest room, sitting beside Roz in an oversized white robe with his head buried in his hands.
He ran towards him, gripped his shoulders and dragged his hands up and down his body checking for injuries.
Gage stopped his inspection, releasing a tired sigh. “I’m all right.”
“What happened?” Jo asked gently.
Gage turned his head toward her. “Adrian and I were having a disagreement when he tripped, hit his head, and fell in the pool. I had to pull him out.”
Scar frowned. So did everyone else.
Gage’s tone sharpened. “It was a heated conversation. He tripped, and I had to help him. Now can I go to my apartment? It’s late, and I’m exhausted.”
Roz shook his head and pointed at Gage’s back before he mouthed, “He’s lying.”
Gage whipped around and grabbed Roz’s wrist, shoving it away with enough force to almost throw him from his chair.
He got in Roz’s face and spoke in a voice Scar didn’t know he possessed.
“Don’t you ever do that again. Just because I can’t see, doesn’t mean I can’t fuckin’ see.”
The room went dead quiet.
Gage dropped back into the chair and buried his head in his hands again.
No one had ever heard him curse before. Scar wasn’t sure if Gage had heard himself curse.
That’s when he knew something was wrong.
Jo’s assistant stepped in, tablet up. “Jo, Adrian was terminated at sixteen fifteen today, there’s no images of him leaving the building.”
A wave of unease ran through the security personnel as if they knew they’d dropped the ball.
While Jo was shooting daggers at the security’s lead officer, her voice stayed warm as she spoke to Gage.
“Saint, how long were you in the pool?”
Gage’s shoulders rose and fell. “About two hours.”
Jo turned toward the row of overwatch specialists. “Pull up footage of the pool.”
