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Remington’s com was doing what it was supposed to. They could hear what was going on around him, but he couldn’t respond.

As a collective, the second team watched as he walked in, and a white dude pointed at a chair.

“Zayn, you make sure you have eyes on him. If that guy goes for him…”

Zayn sighed.

“Copy. This isn’t my first day, Captain. Calm down. The Major doesn’t nag like you do.”

They heard her laugh, but she said nothing.

Jagger was being careful.

In their world, things went sideways, and he didn’t want to have to tell his wife they lost Remington, or Calyx that he was dead.

He was, after all, vital to their survival in NOLA.

As Remmy sat, he made sure to give them a look around the shop, and to the one door that had a guy sitting in front of it.

Remington did his job.

They now had a looksee inside the business.

“That is our entrance into the gambling setup,” Rogue said. “He’s likely wired and can talk to the people upstairs, so we don’t have a lot of wiggle room.”

Jagger knew what that meant.

They had to go in silently or everyone upstairs would be alerted, and they had a shootout situation on their hands. That was bringing unwanted attention.

Quickly.

Just as he was about to say something, the com came to life.

“Need my help?” Maura asked. “I’m free to assist you if you need me.”

She’d been right.

That was annoying.

It looked as if Jagger owed her an apology later for butting into her operation earlier.

“I think we’re…”

Only, that didn’t stop her.

Not even close.

Someone was off to the races—without him.

“From what I’m seeing on MATE’S screen, Zayn needs to take out the man on the door. One shot, to the head. As soon as he does, you guys have to get in there, and take out the other three men. It has to be simultaneous. One spoken word, and they are going to hear it upstairs.”

Her husband was horrified.

“Maura,” Jagger said.

Only, his wife ignored him, and this was more about running it than annoying him.

The Major had to Major, apparently.

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