Page 84 of The Ranger
“My guess is its small.At least on US soil.He’s been playing a long game and was probably expecting it to all go as planned until hitting the data wall.”
It was a dumb move, but perhaps the delay in the materials made his leader demand something sooner.
Who knows?
All I care about is getting Scarlett back.
“At that point, he must’ve known the stakes got higher,” Liam says.
Yeah.
If we’d known more from Nathan up front, we would’ve taken a different approach.But hindsight is a pain in the fucking ass.
“We should just grab him and torture the fucker.”Marshall groans.
I nod slowly.
I’d be more on board with that plan if I thought it would work.
“Probably trained so it wouldn’t be effective.Not in time to get Scarlett home,” Ryder says, staring across the road with a pair of Army-issued binoculars.
“What I don’t understand is why he didn’t just take a photo of the schematics with his phone.Print the CAD designs or whatever,” Liam says.
“These companies have major security in their systems.You can’t even print certain documents.”I tell them.
“Yeah, but surely he’d just take a photo with his phone or something.”
I shake my head.“Screen projection...they take this shit seriously.”
“If I were a bad guy, I’d just write it down,” Marshall says.
“Hope you don’t charge by the hour then.These products are highly complex.One error, or break your HB pencil, then you could fuck it all up.”I shoot him a look and laugh.
“I’d use a pen, idiot.”
Ryder glances at me.“What a rookie.”
“I think you mean Toy Soldier,” Marshall replies.
“You hate that name.”I glance over my shoulder, aware that the guys are distracting me and it’s working.“Trina wore you down, huh?”
“I’m marrying her, so I guess that’s a safe assumption.”
Marriage.
Am I going down that path?Does Scarlett even want to get married?First, I need to get her back in my arms, then I’ll work out the rest.
Because sheisalive!I refuse to believe otherwise.
We all go quiet as the LAPD car, which has been circling for the past hour, pulls up behind us.
“Here we go,” Ryder sighs.
Sitting out here was going to get attention eventually.I drop a jacket over my weapon and hear the others do something similar.
“Afternoon,” the LAPD cop says, giving Ryder and me in the front a quick glance.“Care to tell me what you are doing out here?”
“Security,” Ryder says, not bothering to lift his RayBans that he only slid on a second ago.
