Page 32 of Chaos has a Name
“Angel,” he began, but she shut that down.
“Don’t,” she said. “I’m not ready to say goodbye. He has to get chemo. I can’t tell the kids that their grandfather is dyingand won’t even fight it for all of us. I’d rather chase down a liver-munching psychopath who wants my organs for dessert.”
When she finished talking, no one said anything.
Both Gryphen and Ivan knew this wasNOTthe time to try to be funny.
Elizabeth was big-time stressed, and that never ended well for her, or anyone else. If she was off her game, that meant they needed to be on theirs.
From the look of it, she was about to take a bridge. Oh, not jump from one. More like invade it, steal it, and then blow it the fuck up.
When Ivan broke the silence, he kept it short and sweet. He was working through the schematics of protecting the family in his head.
Oh, and his family too.
Blue was with him, but their girls were still back home until they could work something out. Her mother had them at her place, and her father was helping out. They’d insisted, and honestly, if this got spicy, he didn’t want his daughters in the blast zone.
He was selfish like that.
This was a whole other World War ready to break out, but he could only protect one group of people at a time.
“One mile to the location.”
Callen laughed.
“Ivan, we grew up here. I think we know how long it takes to get to the‘location’, AKA, the cabin.”
He shrugged.
“She’s distracted. I wanted to make sure she had some normalcy.”
Elizabeth tried to lighten up.
“Then ride my back like a backpack and play bodyguard. That’s familiarity I know and hate.”
Oh, he was going to do just that.
Honestly, he didn’t have a choice. There was no way any of them were getting distracted and letting the shit go down.
Not on their watch.
Ivan was on the com, talking to Raphael, who was driving one of the tail cars, and to Saint and Demeter, who were doing the same.
It wasn’t easy to move their whole family. In fact, it was a logistical nightmare.
They had so many blacked-out rides it looked like a funeral procession.
Seriously.
How no one knew The Deputy Director of the FBI was on the move was beyond him.
The signs were all there.
Their head of security for Archangel Security took things like this very seriously. Unfortunately for them, all of their retrofitted and bulletproof vehicles were back in DC.
Without them.
The plan was to move them here, depending on how long they would be inDamascus. Since they didn’t have an answer on that, they’d have to make do with the rides he’d procured for them.
