“Yes, Kayne,” I murmur against his lips and let slumber have me.
I DON’T THINK ELLIE ANDI have been laying down for more than five minutes when I hear my cell phone beep. Three distinct chimes that communicate a problem.
“Kayne? What is that?” Ellie stirs.
The chimes sound again as I grab my pants off the floor and fish my phone out of the pocket.
“Nothing. Go to back to sleep,” I say urgently, but when I turn to look at her, she’s sitting up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Sleep doesn’t seem like much of an option at the moment.
I stand up and dial a secure number, waiting impatiently to be connected. “Sundial enterprises,” a woman’s robotic voice answers.
“Seven AM on the eastern shore,” I reply.
“Pin, please.”
“007263.”
“Codename.”
“Havok with a K.”
“Password?”
I glance back at Ellie. “Elizabeth Ann.”
“Confirmed. Hold for patch.”
“Kayne?” Juice’s voice comes through.
“What’s up?”
“We have a security breach.”
“What kind?”
“Someone’s hacked Endeavor’s classified server.”
“What does that mean?”
“The identities of all operatives, handlers, informants, and analysts have been compromised.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah. The bosses are on a rampage. They’re calling in everyone that they can. They want them secure, which means your fun in the sun is over.”
“Shit.” My heart beats riotously.
“Sorry, man.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Be in the air within an hour. I’ll check back then.”
“Roger.”
The call ends.
“Everything okay?” The voice that can cut through my darkest nightmares fills the room.
