Page 91 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

There was no answer.

"Morganna, report."

"Her receiver is disabled," the tech suddenly reported. "We have no contact with her. I repeat, no contact." "Kell? Report." Radio silence be damned.

"We can't get a clear look at his face, but she's scared. We have them covered for now, but he has a hold on her upper arm. I think he's heading for the exit."

"Converge." Clint snapped the word into the receiver as he headed for the back door.

"Fuck! We have a security breach at the exit. Jayne is covering. The bastard just led Morganna into a blind zone, Clint I can't see her anymore." Drage's voice was dark with anger as Clint moved quickly along the side of the dance floor once again losing sight of Morganna.

The bastard had somehow tagged the cameras again. "Use camera backup, Drage; we have a problem on the floor," Clint snapped into the link.

"Backup is running, but the crowd is too thick," Drage retorted.

"She's being led to the exit at the far end of the floor Lyons." Clint spoke to the tech. "Can you pull the van around and check out the action there?" There was no answer. "Lyons, report," Joe snapped into the link. "I'm heading for the back door," Craig reported. "I have a bouncer heading there as well," Drage can back. "Clint, do you have a sighting yet?"

"Ian. Kell. Report." Clint pushed his way through the crowd, desperate to get to Morganna now.

"Fuck!" Kell's voice was low, furious. "The bastard has a gun on her, Clint. It's hidden between his body and hers and the grip on her arm is a tight one. This is going to get sticky."

"Who the hell is that, Clint?" Joe was snarling. "What the hell is going on?"

"Backup," Clint snarled. "Concentrate on Morganna. The bastard who has hold of her is your mole, man, and since only one of your men is unaccounted for, want to bet who it is?"

Clint knew who it was.

"I have bouncers covering the door, and the outside can eras are showing action outside it."

As Drage spoke, the crowd began to surge mindlessly, Screams rose above the sound of the music as Clint jerked his revolver from the small of his back and rushed for the center of the disturbance and began to pray.

MORGANNA KNEW THE MINUTE GRANT Samuels danced up to her that something was wrong. For one thing, he wasn't wearing his trademark ball cap. But if that hadn't been a clue, the minute he reached out and quickly slipped the receiver from her ear, she had known she was in trouble.

The gun suddenly pressing into her side was a good indication as well.

"Clint isn't this stupid," she warned Grant desperately as he led her to the far side of the dance floor. "You know that, Grant."

This was Joe's mole, and the shock of it was nearly mindnumbing. At least it would have been mind-numbing if she wasn't so damned scared. Fear had a way of clearing the mind, and suddenly everything in Morganna's head was crystal clear.

"It doesn't matter now, Morganna." His voice was cold, unregretful. "They won't know it was me. That's all that matters. All I have to do is get you to the back door, and Fuentes' men will take over. No one will even know when or where you disappeared."

Oh yeah, she was just going to go peacefully here. She stared around her, catching Reese's gaze and the confidence in his face. He was aware of what was going on, covering her, but that gun in her side was pretty damned threatening. "Are you crazy?" She tugged at the painful hold Grant had on her arm. "Do you think Clint will just sit nice and still once he loses sight of me?" "He'll depend on Lyons' and Drage's camera abilities."

Grant's voice was calm. "I know where the cameras are and how to avoid them. No problem. Lyons will be dead by now, which is regretful, but not really a problem."

God, Grant spoke so coldly of the death of a man Morganna could have sworn was his friend. Of the whole team, Grant had always seemed the most solid, the most dependable.

"Don't do this, Grant." Fear rose like a dark cloud within her mind as she fought his hold. "You know what Fuentes will do to me."

Would Clint risk a gunshot to her to keep her from being taken? Morganna knew if Grant managed to get her to that door, then she was dead.

"Do I act like I care?"

He sure as hell didn't sound as though he cared. She glanced into the stony, hard expression and knew he didn't care.

"Why are you doing this?" The gun dug harder into her back as she fought against him. "I haven't done anything to you."

"No. You didn't," he agreed, his voice benign. "I'm afraid you've been caught in a very clever trap I only meant to use against Joe. You brought yourself into it, Morganna."

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