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“My military records, Eve’s, everything about Zayn, Dakota, and Rogue, plus a whole section on Elizabeth and each of her kids. All of Maura and Jagger’s cases, her assault, and the Snakes that were killed. Someone was running surveillance on all of us for the CIA.”

Well, shit.

They might have just got lucky.

They hoped.

* * * H U N T E R – C R O F T * * *

Area Fifty-Two

After One A.M.

When they returned to the new hidey-hole, Elizabeth was sitting at the counter on the phone with her boss. It seemed it was a late night with everyone there.

She was discussing Thomas Bernard, and how he was sticking his nose in the wrong place.

They let her finish her call, and when she closed her tablet, they dropped the loot on the counter.

“Well?” she asked.

Jinx handed her the file folder.

“We were right to be worried. Artemis Dubois had everything on ALL of us.”

When Elizabeth flipped through it, Ivan was beside her, taking in the intel. If her kids were in there, that meant he had to make sure they were prepared.

Back at the Fort.

Thank God they were going to be getting more land after the wedding.

They needed more security. While they had the file, they didn’t like the unknown, and who knew if there were more copies of these files.

“Well, Artemis sold us out. We have to hope this is the only copy.”

Maura didn’t like this.

Half of their security was that they had anonymity. Now, not so much.

“How bad is it?” Greyson asked.

She slid him the folder since she trusted him.

That’s when he saw how bad it was.

It was everything on them.

EVERYTHING.

“How long until we find out if we’ve been compromised?” Ethan asked, his voice sharing that fear that Elizabeth was feeling.

“I don’t know. Artemis might not have given him this. He might have been picking it up tomorrow. The only way to find out is we have to get him and ask—somehow.”

Well, that upped the game and made this exponentially more difficult.

“We have to find him, see what he knows, and figure out how much shit we’re actually in.”

They had to find a needle in a haystack. A Russian needle in almost four million miles.

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