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Weston turned back and smiled at what he saw.
Jack did look like she was part of the group of women who appeared in Carly's social media posts.
Her T-shirt was already on the ground covering the rest of her gear.
She had on a dark tank that was tight enough that it looked like she might have trouble breathing. In her SWAT gear she looked to be bigger around her chest from all of the layers of gear and clothing. Now she had pulled her tank down to show more than a little cleavage.
She ran her fingers through her hair and let it fall around her shoulders.
"You can't go out like that."
Jack turned a baleful eye in Blue's direction. "I'm going to try to get her to the front door. I bet the kid comes with her. That'll get them out of the way."
"You don't have any of your gear."
Jack sucked in a breath. "I have a pistol at my back and one in my left boot."
Myles looked down at her feet, Weston did, too. She was wearing her uniform boots. Not exactly street wear.
"My other boot," she looked down at her right, "I have a knife. The rest," she reached out and gave Blue a tap on his thigh just above his knee guards, "I have you guys for. Besides," she turned, and Weston saw the decision in her eyes, "you wanted me for my skill breaching doors. This," she gestured at herself, "is just another tool."
Myles snickered and didn't bother to try and hide it.
"Children." Everyone heard Fox's comment through the com. "Let's get in position."
He pointed a finger at Myles.
"Don't."
Weston knew the tension in the air. This was something they'd trained for but that was it. Training.
This was when the rubber hit the asphalt.
"Teams."
He sat back and listened as everyone went through their instructions and how the plan was going to go down.
Sure, there was a chance it was all going to hell, but if he had to go through hell with a team, this would be his pick.
"Okay. Let's do this."
The van was parked around the corner from the house. Half of the group got out to take their places.
Fox moved the van along the street, falling behind an ancient olds with a muffler that was on its last legs. It would draw any attention to it.
Passing behind a large tree in the grass beside the sidewalk, Jack got out of the passenger seat, having switched with Weston.
She waited behind the tree as the van continued on. Weston watched through the side mirror. As soon as the van stopped at the end of the block, everyone got out.
Jack waited for his hand signal and then she started down the sidewalk, a sway in her step.
TRACY
They took their food back to the credit union and holed up in Tracy's office, closing the blinds on the big window that she had onto the main floor.
She sent off a text to Weston
TRACY: Hey... just checking in
