Page 152 of GAF Factor

I turned to Dash, who was already pulling up information on the computer in front of him. “Dash, I know you keep files on every one of us. Tell me you have something on IKE.”

“Of course I do,” he snorted. “Who do you think I am?”

“Get Fox to work on it with you. Dig into his life and put every last fucking detail together. I want to know what tree he pissed on when he was in second grade. We don’t have a lot of time, people!”

Dash raised his hand like an idiot. “Do you just want to know about the tree in second grade, or would you like the trees from third, fourth, and fifth as well?”

I scowled at him. “Just get on it. I do not want to come back and tell Isla that we couldn’t rescue IKE because you couldn’t figure out which hand to hold your dick with!”

“Right, obviously,” he snorted.

“Jack, get your team geared up and ready to go. You’re in the air as soon as we have a location.” I spun and pointed at Max and Scottie. “Fuel the jet.”

Max groaned. “Does this mean I can’t have alcohol?”

“Are you gonna puke?”

“Without it? Most definitely.”

“Two drinks.”

Scottie grinned. “It’s nice to know I’m not the vomit comet anymore.”

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”

We were still going to need one hell of a distraction once we got in. Luckily, I had a guy who loved to cause distractions. “IRIS, we’re going to need explosions. Lots of them.”

“Big or small?”

“What do you think?”

He grinned, rubbing his hands together. “Man, I love my job. You know, Cash never let me blow shit up.”

“You’re not allowed to blow shit up now,” I shouted as he ran out of the room. I chased after him. ‘This is a one-time thing!” But he was already gone.

“Boss, what about us?” Nicholas asked.

“The rest of you get geared up. Pack for the worst firefight of your life. We’re going in hot and we’re not leaving without IKE.”

“Dead or alive?” FNG asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Well, we’d prefer alive, asshole.”

“Can I bring my umbrellas, boss?”

“Is there any stopping you?”

He grinned widely at me. “You’re gonna love the upgrades I made. They’re fucking awesome. Just ask Kavanaugh.”

“He’s not here, is he?”

“Well, no, but he saw my melon experiment. It was wicked awesome.”

I clenched my jaw. Sometimes, I just wanted to wring this guy’s neck. “I’m glad it worked so well on melons.”

“Just you wait. Any day now, umbrellas are gonna be the weapon of choice.”

“I highly doubt that.”

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