Page 92 of Now or Never
“MSI asked me.” She shrugged one shoulder. “I’m good with you guys.”
Kenna lifted her fingers. “I’m not trying to get rid of you. I’m just thinking about life afterDominatus.”
Zeyla stared at Kenna for a second, then shook her head. “I’ve never actually thought about life after they’re done.” She looked down at her boots, then back up at Kenna. “I have no idea what I’ll do.”
“I highly recommend kicking in doors and saving people.” She glanced toward the rear of the RV. “And marriage. And children.”
“Maybe.” Zeyla pushed off the seat and straightened, her expressiveness shutting down over something Kenna had said. “I’ll go unhook the rig. Did I say that right?”
“Yes, you said it right.” Kenna smiled, the shutdown in her cousin gone now. At least as far as Kenna referred to it, Zeyla was correct. Then again, she didn’t even know whether she was right. She just lived her life.
She laid a hand over the baby.Look where it brought me.
God had been with her every step, whether she knew Him at the time or not. He was with her now. Tonight. Every moment. In it all. No matter what happened.
She closed her eyes and prayed in the quiet while Jax rested and her sister got them going on their way. When the door snapped shut with Zeyla inside, Kenna opened her eyes. The flinch was just a reaction, the fear that would always be there. Because life could be scary.
“Ramon is on the phone.” Zeyla handed over her cell.
Kenna’s was near enough she could reach it, but she took Zeyla’s and held it to her ear. “Hey, what’s the latest?”
“Chopper and a bunch of guys took off a short while ago. Other than that, it’s been pretty quiet. Maizie isn’t answeringher phone.” Ramon sounded frustrated. “We need a way on this base, or we’ll never get her access to their system.”
She needed to check in with Maizie. Make sure everything was all right. “As much as I love the idea of exposing him all over the internet, are we sure the world is ready to learn it?”
Zeyla crumbled her empty soda can. “Who cares. Do it anyway.”
Ramon spoke, too, but Kenna was too distracted by Zeyla to hear what he said.
Kenna still fought the need to run as far fromDominatusas she could. At the same time, there were more innocents to save from them. Her family members were willing and ready to put their lives on the line while she couldn’t. Jax was laid up. Which meant she was the boss, whether she’d intended things that way or not. All of their futures hung on what they could accomplish, and the price they’d have to pay to do it.
Ramon said, “I don’t think we’ll be able to sneak into this place.”
“We need video evidence enough to send to the FBI.” Kenna chewed on that. “Imagine you stumbled across this place. What would you think it is?”
“Militia.” Ramon didn’t hesitate.
“Okay, so we call it in. Anonymous tip. There’s a militia in that abandoned military base. Maybe you saw them loading barrels onto a truck that pulled out. People walking around in Tyvek suits with face masks. Some kind of chemical warfare. Just enough to get the FBI to come and take a look around before they realize the evidence was AI generated.”
No doubt Kenna and her people would get in trouble once the ruse was discovered, but would it get the result? And would they all stay out of jail?
Maybe the president could pardon them. Tell everyone they’d had good intentions, and that law enforcementwantedpeople to report real suspicious activity. Revamp the whole “see something, say something” campaign.
It could work.
But when had she started thinking about everything like a politician?
Zeyla shoved open the door and poked her head out into the early morning light. “Helicopter going over.” She ducked back in, shaking her head. “I’m becoming paranoid.”
Kenna blew out a breath. “Far as I can tell, a little paranoia is helpful.”
“What’s going on there?” Ramon asked.
“Just a helicopter. Sit tight and take some photos and video. See what Maizie can do with a little augmentation to get us something actionable for the FBI.Someoneneeds to realize there’s a bunch of people using that military base. And it’s not the military.” At least not officially. “And find out if Stairns has any contacts in the military police.”
“Got it.” Ramon hung up.
Kenna handed Zeyla’s phone back. “I’ll call the president and nudge about those passes. We’ve got to keep working all our options until we get a result.” She dialed the number the president had called her from.
