Page 74 of Breaking the Code

“Are they fucking stupid?”

I chuckle. This will be like shooting fish in a barrel if I’m right.

The microwave dings and I plant my happy ass on the couch, going through cameras in the area to confirm the lack of security. I can’t find a single camera inside the building. The ones I find in the area are all on the same network, but it’s not a private one, and the cameras aren’t facing the way they’d need to be for them to be used to surveil the building.

Pulling up thumbnails of all the video feeds, I go back over the footage for the last few weeks. There’s activity in the area that is indicative of the Order’s type of business. First there’s the semis and box trucks and then the luxury sedans and SUVs roll are rolling in. All the fancy pants vehicles coming and going all at once.

“Are they operational enough to be running an auction?” I murmur around the food.

The camera angles fucking suck because I can’t get a single usable image on any of the drivers or see if they have any passengers. Growling, I keep shoveling food in my mouth as I rewind and go frame by frame on the cars that arrive and leave as if they are coming in for an auction.

Owen always held them at the Order’s headquarters, but since we blew it to smithereens, this must be where they’re holding them now.

I chuckle. Those filthy rich assholes probably aren’t too happy with the lack of amenities in the warehouse. When Owen hosted an auction, there was caviar and champagne and waiters in next to nothing serving canapes on silver platters. To go from high class to the dregs of society has got to be hurting their bottom line.

SECURE: E

It’s time. You ready?

Jumping up, I send off a reply before ditching the last of the food in the trash. I drop the container in the sink, then race through a shower and getting dressed. Before heading to the weapons room, I grab all my gear.

Walking into the weapons room, Everly and her men gather, pulling out gear and dropping it on the table sitting on one side of the room.

“Where’s Zayn?” I ask, taking up a spot on the other side of the room.

“On his way,” Everly says.

When everyone is gathered, I connect my tablet to the monitor hanging on the wall.

“So, this is the last known location,” I say as I throw the images up on the screen.

Zayn and the others move closer, and I let them in on the best part.

“Apparently, the guy thinks he’s invincible, or at least untraceable, because I can’t find any information on security.”

They all turn and look at me, and I smile. “Total dumbass,” I say.

Chuckles and snorts fill the room. I join them as I give them the last piece of intel.

When things quieten, I continue, “And this is everything I could find on him.” More images fill the screen and I say, “I’ll be sending all this to your devices.”

All of them crowd around the screen and it makes me bonkers. If they would use the devices and tablets that I’ve provided them, they wouldn’t need to be packed together in front of the monitor like sardines. Shaking my head, I continue going through the information.

When I’m through, I lock my tablet and turn off the monitor while waiting for further instructions.

“Thank you, Tavish,” Everly says before she turns to West and Nova, informing them they’re both staying at headquarters.

Oh, shit!

My eyebrows hit the middle of my forehead. That’s going to go over like a box of rocks. Sure enough, Nova refuses to stay behind and demands to go. As all of them argue back and forth, I step back out of the way. The lot of them can be hotheads, and I have no desire to be caught in the middle of a bunch of pissed off assassins.

“Tavish,” Everly calls my name and when I look at her, she says, “Restrict their access.”

“Full restriction?” I ask.

“No. Just elevator access will be fine.”

I do as I’m told. “Okay, done,” I say once West and Nova’s access levels have been switched.

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