“Do you think you’ll need back-up?” asked Joseph.
“We don’t think so.Typically these guys are geeks, that’s all,” said AJ smirking, realizing he was also a geek.A Navy SEAL geek.
“That might be,” said Luke, “but those damn graphics and scenarios on the game are frightfully realistic.Someone did their homework or knows what to put on that system.”
“I didn’t think of that,” frowned Tanner.
“We’ll send a couple more guys to the hotel tonight.Ben and Kiel.They should be enough.”
“We’ll meet them in the restaurant at the hotel.How is Logan?” asked Wyatt.
“He’s getting there.He’s not physically sick any longer, but apparently there is a lot of underlying shit they’re trying to figure out.You definitely saved his ass.”
“We would have done it for anyone,” said Wyatt.“He just happened to be a true brother.”
“Well, either way you guys be careful out there.We’re on everyone’s radar for some reason right now.I understand the address is located in Maryland?”
“Yep, outside of Baltimore near the docks.No telling what this house looks like,” nodded AJ.
“Y’all, keep us posted.Don’t do anything that might get you all killed,” said Luke.
“Why are you directing that at me?They all served as well.Hell, Tanner and Hiro are far more dangerous than me!” he exclaimed.
“Doubtful,” smirked Hiro, “but thank you.”
They left the Pentagon and headed back to the hotel.With D.C. traffic, it took nearly forty-five minutes.They’d no sooner got settled back in their suite when Ben and Kiel were knocking on the door.
“Hey, that was fast,” smirked Tanner, as the men walked into the room.
“We were in Norfolk for something else.Fill us in on what’s happening here.”
“First, food,” said Wyatt.“I’m starving.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Early the next morning, Wyatt and Hiro went back to the Pentagon, while AJ, Tanner, Ben, and Kiel drove to Baltimore.The miserable traffic had them all on edge, watching for angry drivers and out-of-control texters.
Once within the Baltimore city limits, it got a little better.The house was actually a townhouse with beautiful views of the harbor.It was in an upscale, newer construction neighborhood, surprising all the men.
“That’s the address,” said Tanner staring at the beautifully landscaped yard.“Do we think it’s a bogus address?”
“No,” said AJ staring at his tablet. “I’m getting massive amounts of internet activity happening in that house.There must be at least eight, maybe ten computers and other devices all running at the same time.”
“Well, then.Looks like we should knock and sell our cookies,” smirked Tanner.
It was of no surprise that there were cameras on the entire home.Above the door, on the doorbell, above the garage and on all sides.
The men casually stood on the porch, waiting for someone to answer.
“We’re not buying anything today,” said the voice on the doorbell camera.
“We’re not selling anything,” said Tanner.“We’re here on business.”
There was silence, then the sounds of someone coming down a set of stairs.The men frowned at one another, realizing how loud it was.They knew why, the moment the door opened.
“Yeah?” asked the young man at the door.
Behind him was a completely unfinished home.Plywood on the floors, no carpet or wood flooring.The kitchen seemed complete, but again, no flooring.The stairs were the same, hence the loud noise.There were card tables set up with folding chairs and people seated around them with headsets, ignoring whoever or whatever was at the door.
