Under Fire (Elite Force #3)(70)
Author: Catherine Mann

He opened the door to… Captain Bernard, Sylvia’s active-duty counterpart in the OSI. And serious suck-up, always trying to kiss ass to get ahead. As if everyone couldn’t see what he was about.

“What?” Sullivan barked. “This isn’t a good time.”

“Sir, I’m here for the briefing on bringing in Lieutenant Harris. Agent Cramer’s secretary said she’d been called to your office, and I know what a personal interest you’ve taken in lending your assistance with the investigation into Brandon Harris.”

Ted blinked. What the hell was the captain talking about?

One thing was certain. He wouldn’t find out standing here in the hall. “Yes, come in. Agent Cramer had to step out for a moment, but we can get started without her and catch her up when she returns.”

Bernard stepped into the office, apparently all but pissing himself to have a private moment alone to speak with a general. “Lucky thing, Harris calling in on his own and sending the data he’d collected. Once it’s decoded… holy crap, sir. The air force owes Major McCabe a huge debt of thanks for pulling this one off.”

Ted placed his hand on the edge of his desk, right over the spot where Sylvia had leaned minutes ago, writhing against him and panting about plans for tonight, all the while knowing she was about to betray him. Of course she hadn’t been able to turn him down when he called her. That would have stirred suspicion.

So Special Agent Cramer knew Harris had been found and she hadn’t said a word. If she had Harris and hadn’t told him, then she must have accessed the information he’d worked like a madman to bury—the data on the exchange with the Chinese coming up this weekend. And as much as she’d claimed to agree with him ideologically, she’d apparently gone squeamish when confronted with how far he was willing to go.

Then she’d used her body and talk of sex games to distract him from learning the truth. Rage boiled so deep in his belly he wanted to storm out the door and put his hands around her neck.

The bitch had played him.

But she’d also overestimated herself and she’d underestimated him. Sure, his career here was finished once the incriminating data was decoded. He’d accepted that possibility from the start and made contingency plans. He was smarter than them in the end. He would survive and come out on top.

Sylvia Cramer was the one who’d lost this game. It may have been years since he’d seen combat, but he hadn’t forgotten how to coolly, effectively eliminate his enemies.

And then make a clean escape.

Chapter 18

Sylvia had certainly delivered a top-notch ride.

Liam adjusted his headset attached to the main feed in the CV-22 that had been sent to escort them from the Everglades back to Patrick Air Force Base. He was losing himself in routine, doing his damndest not to think about how his fight with Rachel had split him wide open inside. Damn it, he couldn’t even look at her sitting across from him, but he felt her eyes on him, her hurt and her anger radiating.

He focused on work the way he’d done in the past to get through the pain of a breakup. Gauging by the ache in his chest, that plan wasn’t going as well for him this time.

He just prayed clearing up the mess in his professional life would go better than how he’d handled his personal life. He and his guys hadn’t been able to decode enough of the chip to decipher more than that it dealt with satellite coordinates.

Leaking data on where U.S. satellites were focusing intelligence gathering could compromise entire undercover ops years in the works. Lives were at risk. As for who was responsible? Sylvia must have figured that out or she never would have called them back in. He’d requested that as few as possible know about them coming in, and she’d agreed. Only her immediate staff. She’d been clear she didn’t even intend to risk telling the senior ranking officers. Which he’d been relieved to hear. The last thing they needed was General Sullivan micromanaging the hell out of every move. If so, it could be months before they made it back in. She’d simply hmmmed in response.

And beyond that, she wouldn’t talk, not over phone lines.

Would he ever be privy to those answers she’d uncovered? After all he, Rachel, and the rest of them had been through, he sure as hell hoped he would get some closure, rather than being given one of those stares that said this was a need-to-know-only deal—meaning he didn’t get to hear squat.

Either way, they would be landing within minutes.

He stared across at Brandon Harris, pale and strapped into the red webbed seat between Rachel and the doggy-sitter. The young lieutenant held himself stock-still in the belly of the cargo hold, his hand gripping the collar of his dog.

Would the already-fragile Harris be able to hold up under the stress of the ensuing investigation? At least Sylvia had assured them she knew who was responsible and would make sure the responsible parties were taken into custody.

And if they were too late to keep the top-secret intelligence out of enemy hands? At least the powers that be would know what information had been compromised and could work at protecting those exposed.

Liam let his head fall back as he lost himself in the familiarity of the moment, the steel cavern with cables and wires like fiber-optic veins feeding the beast.

The CV-22 engines vibrated the craft, powering them closer to Patrick Air Force Base. The tilt-rotor aircraft had been waiting for them the minute their airboats docked. Waiting in the parking lot, no less. The CV-22 could take off and land like a helicopter. Then once in flight, the rotors shifted forward so the special-ops craft flew like a plane, far exceeding the speed of any chopper.

Voices from the pilots up front and the passengers in back mingled together over the airwaves. All but his and Rachel’s. He didn’t feel her eyes on him now, but he didn’t expect she’d given up. He would have to hold strong.

The way she’d stood him down had been a surprise. He’d expected… hell, he didn’t know what. But she’d charged into him just like she had the alligator.

She’d been incredible both times. He was so proud of how she’d taken the shot, saved his ass. And he was pissed at himself for putting her in that position. Just as he should have known better than to start a relationship with her in the first place.

Damn it, whether she believed him or not, he was doing this for her.

He just wanted to get this flight, this mission, this week with the security gig for the summit over with. Move on rather than hanging out in limbo, tormented every freaking second of the day with closing the book on this chapter of his life.