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Another slam of his hand against the dash.Can’t believe You did this to me, God!

His breath stopped for a long moment.

He’d just yelled at God.

Again.Sorry, God.

“Bear, what happened in the cargo plane?” the spook asked, snagging his attention back to the mission.

All his anger wasn’t at his dad. It was at the intel-hoarding spook. And at God.

He didn’t have time to deal with it right now.

“Not now. En route to you. Ten mikes out.”

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JAKARTA, INDONESIA

Two sixty-by-thirty containersfilled with chemicals! Garrett’s head ached just thinking about the scope this mission had taken. He had to figure it out.

The team sat silent in the SUV on the way to the Jakarta safe house, everyone caught in their thoughts after the cargo plane fight.

He had fought off a Pakistani. With Surge.

Zim had faced three Pakistanis at once. With Surge, thanks to Delaney.

That woman had surprised him. She was a warrior.

His whole team had absolutely shown what they were made of.

And while he still wouldn’t let himself trust Caldwell after Samwise’s death, the man had done okay. Except why had it taken him so long to identify the manager as connected to the Sachaai? Would’ve been a nice heads-up to know information from the manager couldn’t be trusted.

He ran his hands through his hair and decided to deal with that later. Except he did know tech was not instantaneous. And to be honest, it was that Sachaai man with his arms around Delaney’s neck that his brain wouldn’t let go of.

When Garrett had finally gotten Delaney free, he’d pulled her into his arms, relieved she was safe. And she’d tilted her head at him, leaning into the embrace. He couldn’t let go of that either.

But he needed to in order to remain mission focused.

Zim reached from the passenger seat and clapped Garrett’s shoulder. “Sometimes success is getting the heck out of there.”

Zim was no Samwise. But he was solid.

“Adjust the plan,” Garrett said, “and get back on mission.”

“That’s it, Boss. That’s it.”

He eyed Rogue in the rearview mirror. “Good job, Delaney.”

Surge nudged his elbow, as if saying not to forget about him. He chuckled. “You too, you mutt.”

Delaney chuckled. “You know better than to use that word about Surge.”

“Excuse me, Surge L724.”

She laughed.

He pulled onto the street of the safe house, a suburban neighborhood packed tight with houses, and full of weeping fig trees and kids riding bikes. Garrett thought through what he would need to do when they got to their ironwood-and-bamboo house. First, deal with Caldwell. Second, debrief the team. Third, adjust the plan.

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