Page 52 of Undercover Savior

“As am I.”

“Good. Let’s get to work.” Con signed the physical copy of the document first, then passed it to Fallon, who was seated to his right. After she skimmed it, she signed it, then passed it to David.

Apart from Con, the overall mood in the room was somber.

“Before we get started, I have an update on yesterday’s security breach,” said Tag, the last to sign.

“Go ahead,” said Con.

“A combination of measures designed to interfere with GPS tracking were utilized. Drones were used to create electromagnetic interference while localized jammers served as backup to keep the intruders’ presence undetectable. Finally, sensors picked up on heat signatures that, in essence, were decoys.”

“Thus, the overheads were ineffective,” said David.

“If anyone has any doubt about the sophistication of what we’re dealing with, think again,” Con added.

“And, just in case all that failed, footage inside Glenshadow’s surveillance was looped and false data planted.”

David got up from the table and walked over to the window. “How soon can we return to Ashcroft?”

“Twenty-four to forty-eight hours,” answered Con.

“And in the meantime?”

“We’re working on our systems concurrently,” said Tag.

David’s mouth gaped.

“The timetable isn’t nearly as long,” Tag added.

“What about Blackmoor?”

“The same,” said Con. “However, I’ll remind you that before this meeting began, I told each of you that the highest-level security protocols have been implemented. What that means is our scrambling capabilities are equal or better than theirs.”

“Fucking hell. Anyone capable of doing what Weber’s done this far certainly knows where to hit next.” He turned to me. “We’re leaving.”

Gus stood. “Ash, hold on?—”

“I said we’re leaving. The matter is not open for discussion.”

“I’ll, um, get my things together,” I said, pushing my chair back.

“I’ll help,” Fallon offered.

“Ash, they cannot hit us again,” I heard Con say, but rather than listen to the rest, I went upstairs.

“Wow,” said Fallon when she followed me into the suite. “Nice setup.”

“Truthfully, it’s too much space for me.”

She raised a brow. “Clearly, you had no princess fantasies as a child.”

“In this case, it would be a countess.”

“Right,” she said while I took items of clothing out of the closet and placed them in the suitcase David had requested be brought to me when we left Ashcroft.

“If we hadn’t already signed an NDA, I’d assign you this story. A duke and two earls, all part of the SIS’ most secretive and elite unit.”

“I’d turn you down.”

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