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Left.
Right.
Left again.
Ivan wasn’t sure if he was hearing things, or something was moving around them. The last time he felt this twitchy was when he was still on combat duty clearing houses in the sandbox.
What wouldn’t he give to get the hell out of here and where there were more Marines, and less spooky shit?
Yeah, Ivan didn’t scare easily, but he was seriously concerned.
For all of them.
When Elizabeth’s phone rang, most of the people there jumped. The sound pierced the quiet of the location, catching them off guard.
Jesus.
That was bad timing.
“Blackhawk,” she said, still scanning. Her head was on the swivel, much like a soldier’s would be. The mood was shifting, and she wasn’t sure if that was because a storm was coming.
When she heard the voice, she was curious as to why he was checking in with her—and not Ivan.
“Are you good, Uriel?” she asked, clueing Ivan in that his team member was on her phone.
He looked just as confused.
“Yeah, Elizabeth, I’m good. I guess. I dropped the Chief of Police off.”
That first part sounded ominous.
“What happened?” she asked.
Never let it be said she didn’t know when her people were rattled.
He laughed, and began telling her everything that Rayna’s father had said. He started with the work part, and then ended with him not being allowed near her.
The whole time, he was hoping she could help him navigate this.
He was so confused.
She was trying to watch the area, deal with the case, and help out in one of her Marine’s personal lives.
Yeah, her plate was full.
What she’d learned by being around Ivan and his team, was that they fucked up royally when it came to things that weren’t war or protection related.
“So, he forbade her to handle this case. That’s interesting. What’s even more interesting is that you’re going to let a man tell you what to do. If you like her, Uriel, that should come first.”
He was all confused about so many things. Rayna being at the top of his list.
“She’s beautiful. I’m only here temporarily. Is it fair to either of us to start something and then walk away?” he asked, now that he was back in his element. Talking to Elizabeth, he didn’t have to guard his words, or choose them carefully.
Until the panic began hitting again.
As soon as he asked that question, he began backtracking.
“No, don’t answer. I don’t want to know. I just wanted to check back in. He warned her off of helping us, and he wasn’t happy with the Blackhawks. That’s what I overheard.”
