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Wait. She and Surge were not bumps on a log. It was an easy solution. “Why don’t we sneak into Container Action, let Surge search?”

They all stared at her. Garrett raised an eyebrow.

Sachaai were probably hanging out around the container yard. But she’d follow Walker. It was a good idea.

“We could do that,” Zim said. “The safe house has some conduit with their leftover remodel supplies in the entryway. We’d easily get past that electric fence.”

“Possibility,” Garrett agreed.

Caldwell winced as he pounded away on his keyboard. “No cameras in the yard. I won’t be able to monitor the perimeter.”

“Hmmm. True. Okay. Let me think this through a minute.” Garrett looked up as if reading words written on the ceiling.

Caldwell’s computer pinged. His head bounced forward, his eyes bulging. “Wow. It wasn’t in the factory’s main shipping documents. I found it in a sub-sub-sub-document file.”

“Found what?” Garrett asked.

Caldwell’s eyes sparked. “The real shipping document with”?—he cocked his head with a grin—“our full container number, as well as a number for a second.”

Zim pumped his arm in the air. “Then where are they in the container yard?”

Scuffing his hands through his hair, Caldwell groaned. “They’re gone. On a plane to Jakarta, Indonesia, as of an hour ago.”

“Indonesia?” Zim threw his hands in the air. “What the?—”

“Why Indonesia?” Delaney asked.

“Likely waystation.” Garrett jutted his jaw at Caldwell. “Where in the city?”

“Uh . . .” Caldwell scrolled through the document on his computer. “Not listed. But we can work with this—they’re aboard a combi passenger-cargo flight, chartered by Sachaai.” He tucked a pen in his mouth and typed rapidly, scrolled, clicked. “Okay, they filed a flight manifest. Shows nine passengers aboard.”

“We need to get there.”

Nodding, Caldwell spat the pen out and grabbed his SAT phone. “This likely means Sachaai terrorists are traveling with the product. I’ll loop in Damocles and see if they can’t get us a plane to Jakarta.”

“Think that’s a good idea? Aren’t they tied up?”

Caldwell snatched up the pen, tapping it on the table as he hesitated with the call. “I do.” He tapped the screen. “The combi has four other Southeast Asia stops before Jakarta. We can beat them there so you can get aboard before they unload. You’re SEALs. Nine possible terrorists versus you, Zim, and the dog? Yeah, I think it’s a good shot.”

Garrett didn’t look convinced.

Tension wound through the room, and Delaney tried to temper her rogue tendencies, but with Surge?—

“Once they land,” Caldwell said, “if we aren’t there, those chemicals are in the wind.”

Zim nodded “Hakim too.”

“Exactly why we need to get aboard that plane,” Delaney said, heart thumping as she spoke up. “We don’t want those chem vials in Hakim’s hands,” she contended. “This is why we have Surge. He can read smells a thousand times faster than we can read container numbers. Ship, plane, container yard, wherever. But on the plane, this Mal will make short work of it. On the plane, the containers are contained.”

Eyeing her, Garrett nodded. Rolled his shoulders forward and back. But it was those strong arms that had been around her during their self-defense training that she had to force her eyes away from.

“Okay. Another good point, Delaney.”

Exultation spiraled through her, making her a bit giddy.

He nodded to Caldwell. “Make the call.” Then he pulled out his phone. “Let me know when you have them—I’d like to talk to Chapel and the cargo building management. We’re getting on that plane when it lands. Gear up. We’re headed to Jakarta.”

Zim grinned at Delaney. “Rogue, we should keep you around. I think you’re a stabilizing force to the team.”

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