19
REVENGE
GREYSTONE
At the Black Site, Greystone returned to the conference room with two chicken sandwiches. He set one in front of Teddy, started eating the other.
“Thanks,” Teddy said before turning his laptop toward Greystone. “Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”
Greystone smiled. “You used to ask that as a kid.”
“Well?”
“Tell me everything,” Greystone bit into the sandwich.
“The computer program finished running. I got fourteen total matches from JL’s company. Thirteen of the terrorists have bogus addresses, but one might have fucked up.”
He swallowed down the food. “How?”
“It’s the first legit address, but it doesn’t mean he lives there.” Teddy pulled it up on a map, then opened a different browser and typed in the name of the community. “It’s a nice area, but not over the top. My gut tells me they’reallthere.”
“Nice work.”
“Here’s the bad news. There’re three buildings, and eachhas an external security cam on the entrance, but they’ve all been deactivated. I tried hacking in to activate them, but I couldn’t get past the firewall.” Teddy made a call. “I got a work-around.”
“Hey, brother,” Hawk answered.
“I got Greystone with me.”
“Yo,” Hawk said.
“We need exterior security cams set up at Riverdale Apartments,” Teddy said. “Three buildings, four stories. They’ve got cameras, but they’re off, and I can’t hack in to turn them on.”
“Riverdale sounds familiar,” Hawk said. “Lemme see if they’re mine.” After a moment, he said, “They’re mine, but I don’t know how they got turned off.”
“Might be ground zero,” Greystone said.
“Gotcha,” Hawk replied. “My system isn’t showing a breach. Give me a minute.”
While they waited, Teddy bit into the sandwich. “I gotta tell you something.”
Greystone eyed his brother while finishing the sandwich.
“We’ve got a prob at the restaurant, and I need your help.”
“I got you,” Greystone said.
“Sorry for the wait,” Hawk said. “Someone hacked in and overrode the alerts. These guys are good. I did a quick fix, the cameras are back on, but we’ve got forty-eight hours before they’ll find out. I’ve never had this problem before, so I gotta bring in my engineering team.”
“All I need is confirmation that one of ‘em is there, and we’re raiding the place,” Greystone said.
“I’ll give you access,” Hawk said. “Either live stream or you can watch the recordings.” Seconds later, he said, “You have viewing permission. Check your texts.”
Teddy thanked him, hung up.
Greystone jumped into ALPHA’s site, emailed the BLACK OPS team, then said to Teddy, “What’s goin’ on with you?”
“It’s Willie Boy.”
