Page 55 of Centurion

“While you play with that, I’m going to go wash my hands,” Gabby said and toed up to kiss him. “Don’t save the world without me.”

Con chuckled and watched her walk away. He’d be okay with her being with him all the time, which was why it slayed him to let her go to the airport without him. Logically, he knew she could take care of herself, but damn it if he didn’t want to be the one to take care of her. That was something he’d have to get used to or at least accept. He doubted he’d ever be okay with her going out into the field. That washisissue, though, not hers. If he wanted to be involved with her, he’d need to accept her as she was. And really, would he want to change her? The answer to that was a resounding no. Anyone who went into a relationship expecting to change someone would have problems. His mother and father were as different as night and day, but they loved each other for who they were. It was a weird dynamic, but it worked.

He fished around for a USB cable from the stock available in the node he was using. After locating it, he hit his earpiece. “Con to Archangel.”

“Go.”

“I’m going to go live. I have the device.”

“Roger. All the players need real-time access, plus Brando. He’s been working this case, too. Ring is working on other matters,” Archangel replied.

“Copy.” He put together a video call and hit send. The players started populating immediately.

“What do you have?” Jewell asked.

He lifted it to the camera and showed her. “USB.”

“That’s pretty old school.”

“Exactly what Con said.” Gabby walked into the library and answered for him.

“Okay, so I’m going to plug it in. Jewell, I’m sharing my computer.” Two people working from his system was better than one if there was a trap on the device.

“Got it. Okay, I’m in. Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yeah.” He plugged in the device. “Standard,” he said as the device was located. A password was required. “I’ve got it,” Con said as he worked to get behind the password. Most memory devices required secondary software to put a password on the device. Getting to the backside of that software was child’s play.

“Damn, look at that. How many partitions did he put up?” That was Brando’s voice. Con granted his brother access to his computer.

“Looks like six,” Jewell said. “I’ll take the top two.” She started working.

“Brando, the next two.” Con grabbed the last two files and opened them up. “Copy everything.”

“No shit,” Brando said.

Jewell chuffed a laugh. “Bossy, isn’t he?”

“Okay. Files are copied. Let’s find out what people died for.” Con started opening documents. He frowned as he started to read. “What does this mean?” He downloaded the files into the shared server after running a virus scan.

Gabby was over his shoulder in a second. She pointed to a paragraph. “Stop. Look at this.”

“It’s a biography of some sort?” Con read on. “Oh, shit …” His head whipped up to look at Gabby. “Is this information on a Russian spy in the United States?”

“More than one.” She nodded. “Look, the next is here. Archangel, did you copy?” she asked as she continued to read.

“I’m seeing it,” he commented. “Let’s keep going. I want to know everything Eisenberger had on that device.”

“I have a list of addresses,” Brando said. “Getting GPS coordinates for each address.”

“United States?” Archangel asked.

“All over. Russia, the UK, the US, Spain, France, Italy,” Brando replied.

“Bank accounts,” Jewell said. “Ah, an account I know by heart. Plume Pharma.”

It took about thirty minutes for all the documents to be downloaded, scanned, and put into the shared folder.

Fury interrupted as the last document fell into the file. “Brando, tell them what we found on the UK passports.”

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