Page 134 of Chaos has a Name
Giving.
“Sign me up.”
As they stood there, they knew they needed to get moving. They had to clear Elizabeth’s arrival on the rez, and that was going to take some tap dancing—or arguing on their part.
While they had helped the reservation, the FBI, and the Natives…
Not friends.
By any means.
Heading out, Gryphen followed as they moved toward the council house.
Once there, they warned him.
“You can’t come in, Gryph. You’re not from the reservation, and you’re not Native. We have to go in alone to do this.”
He didn’t look amused.
Not.
At.
All.
“You both know I’m supposed to be right beside you at all times. Ivan will kick my ass if he knows I lost visual on you both,” he admitted.
Oh, they knew.
But this rule superseded Ivan’s rules any day of the week. The council was pretty strict about it.
On top of that, they didn’t want to insult the council. That would make it a mess for everything that followed from here on out.
“It’s cultural. Give us this,” Callen said, using the simplest explanation. “We can handle it. You saw the head of the council. The men are all over sixty-five. We’ve got this.”
Okay, they had a point.
All the Marines had seen Ethan and Callen in action in a barroom brawl. Of course, they could hold off three older Native men.
That’s when he relented.
And sighed.
“I’ll be outside of the door. If I hear any jackassery, I’m kicking it in, taking off my leg, and launching it like a missile.”
The visual on that…
It made them both laugh.
There was no doubt that Gryphen would do it too. He was crazy like that.
“Okay, Gryph. Calm down,” Callen said. “I think we’ll be good. Even Ethan can take all three of the old men and I wouldn’t have to lift a finger to do anything.”
His brother elbowed him.
“Even Ethan can take them?” he asked, repeating what his brother had said. “For your information, Callen, I may be slightly older, by a year, but I can still beat your ass for insulting me. Guess what we’re doing later?”
Callen winked at his brother.
