Page 59 of Undercover Infidel
“You’re up early.” She stretched her arms above her head, revealing a naked breast. I raised a brow, and she covered herself.
“Bennett’s downstairs with floor plans I’ve never seen before.”
Her expression sharpened. “MI6 wouldn’t withhold that level of intelligence from a joint operation.”
“My thoughts exactly.” I sat beside her on the bed. “I’ve asked Gus to dig deeper.”
“Good.” She snuggled against me, further testing my resolve to focus on work rather than her naked body pressed against mine. “What did these new documents show?” she asked as her hand snaked around my waist.
“Internal security protocols, maintenance schedules, and what looked like staff rotations.” I covered her hand, stopping her from venturing any lower. “The level of detail suggests firsthand knowledge.”
“That’s concerning,” she agreed. “Especially given his fixation on Orlov.”
“We’ll need to watch him closely today.”
“Do we?” she murmured, wriggling from my grasp, her palm landing on my hardening cock.
“I suppose Bennett and the demise of civilization can wait a bit longer,” I said, standing to pull my shirt over my head and drop my trousers.
By zero eight hundred,Tag arrived with two Unit-23 operatives. His expression as he greeted mespoke volumes—whatever brought him here wasn’t routine support.
“Typhon sent us,” he explained once we were alone. “Said you might need additional resources.”
“Perfect timing,” I replied, then led him into the command center, where I made introductions to the others in the room. “Malcolm Bennett, MI6.”
Tag shook his hand. “Your reputation precedes you.”
“As does yours, Mr. MacTaggert,” Bennett replied coolly.
Tag raised a brow, then turned to me. “This is Callen Cavendish, code name Renegade, and Kiernan Lockhart, code name Archon.”
After shaking their hands, I looked around for Lex, but when I found her head-to-head with Dr. McLaren, I suggested they get settled and I’d make the rest of the introductions later.
While the two men finalized the equipment checks, Tag pulled me aside. “I received a message that was supposedly from Nightingale. Said to trust no one who ‘claims to know the labyrinth from within.’”
“Supposedly?”
“Still trying to confirm.”
“Interesting.” I glanced toward Bennett, who was now unfolding yet another set of diagrams I hadn’t seen. “Our MI6 colleague seems to have an unusual depth of knowledge about this facility.”
“So I noticed.” Tag’s eyes narrowed.
When we rejoined the group, Bennett was displaying interior layouts showing ventilation systems, power junctions, even what appeared to be staff rotation schedules.
“These are remarkably detailed,” I observed. “Recent acquisition?”
“I have my sources,” Bennett replied, the evasion obvious.
Throughout the rest of the morning, I monitored the intelligence feeds while keeping Bennett in my peripheral vision. His movements carried the confidence of someone on familiar ground rather than an analyst working from reports.
“We’ve intercepted communications about a demonstration scheduled to take place in two days,” I announced after decoding a series of messages. “Zero nine hundred hours. References to ‘observer protocols’ and ‘final integrationparameters.’”
Bennett’s reaction was immediate—a flash of what looked like panic before he quickly steeled it. “My God, we aren’t yet prepared to intercept,” he stated, fingers tightening on the edge of the table.
“We will be,” I said, glancing over at Tag and Lex, who both discreetly nodded.
“We’re all aware of the stakes, Infidel,” Dr. McLaren interjected, her tone measured. “However, hasty action could jeopardize everything.”
