Page 14 of Blackjack's Ascent


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“I’m good. Focused and driven.”

“As always, Blackjack. It’s who you are.”

“I appreciate you showing up so fast.”

“We want you to understand that we’re not here to interfere or take over. K19’s resources are available on your terms.”

Gunner was already studying the blast photographs on the board. He hadn’t greeted anyone else. The photographs had his full attention, and I recognized the focus. He read the charge placement the same way I had, except Gunner had been doing this since I was in high school.

Razor found me while Doc was being introduced around the room. He pulled me into a hug that I hadn’t expected and didn’t resist.

“You look like hell,” he said.

“You should see the building.”

“I intend to.”

Beacon hadn’t stood when they walked in. When Doc approached her, she shook his hand and asked a single question. “What do you know about the people who did this?”

Doc looked at Gunner. Gunner looked at Razor.

“Enough to fill a couple of long afternoons,” Doc responded.

She raised her chin. “Then, what are you waiting for?”

I shook my head and tried to hide my grin. She’d said those same words to me after her shower when I didn’t move fast enough for her.

“Pretty girl,” Razor muttered.

My brows flared. “Pretty fucking badass,” I said under my breath.

“Love ’em like that. Come on, introduce me.”

While Beacon waseager to take a deep dive into what the K19 team knew, they were anxious to see the bomb site.

“There are some tests I want to run on the blast residue, and it’s lookin’ like it might rain this afternoon,” Gunner told her.

Not only did she relent, but she surprised me when she didn’t say she wanted to go along.

“I’ll run them over there,” Kingston offered.

“Aren’t you going with them?” Beacon asked when they left.

“I was thinking we should take a deeper look into the people on the board.”

“Good idea. Where should we start?”

“How about with Sundance and Cassidy?”

“Is that really her code name, or are you fucking with me?”

I chuckled. “Swear to God.”

“Poor girl.”

“You won’t say that when you meet her.”

I glanced over her shoulder and saw she had Sundance’s dossier pulled up on her screen.