“What’s going on?” I asked.
“The network’s gone quiet,” said Hornet.
“How quiet?”
“Beacon put me on a layer of his operation. Every asset on it has stopped moving since yesterday morning.”
I took the chair across from Doc. “Dagger. Where are we on the freezes?”
“Every Hellmer-tied account is locked.”
“And nobody’s pushing back?”
“That’s right.”
Kingston leaned forward. “They go quiet when he tells them to.”
“Or when he’s moving,” said Hornet.
Doc pulled the overheads we received from his contact at the NRO up on the screen. They were from Dubai, timestamped two hours ago. A man who fit Vasiliev’s build was on a rooftop terrace with two others I didn’t recognize. The image wasn’t clear enough to confirm for certain.
“That’s our best read.” Doc turned to me. “It’s your call.”
“Send Kingston and Gunner in. We take him the first clean window we get.”
“Roger that. I’ll have Razor arrange transport.” He left the table and returned a few minutes later. “Wheels up at zero six hundred out of Johnstown. I’ve also reached out to our Gulf contacts. We’ll have the building covered before you land.”
My brother’s code name was Reaper because he was one of the best assassins in the business, and Gunner was just as lethal. When their eyes met mine, I nodded once. They stood and walked out together.
Katarina was still asleepwhen I returned an hour later. I’d left my boots by the door and slid into bed beside her.
“Bishop?” She rolled toward me and opened her eyes.
“Kitten.”
“You’re dressed.”
“Dagger pulled me in at zero four hundred. The network went quiet yesterday morning. Doc has overhead of Vasiliev in Dubai, two hours old.”
She pushed up on her elbow.
“Kingston and Gunner are on their way to the Gulf. Doc’s contacts have the Dubai location covered. They’ll link up when our team lands.”
“You made the call,” she murmured.
“I had to.”
“Good.”
I raised a brow. “Good?”
“I would have done the same thing.”
I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“We should get down there.”
“You don’t have to.”
