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“Give me some time. The government there isn’t forthcoming about things that happen within their border. I’ll have to use secondary reports and draw conclusions based on what isn’t happening.”
“You’ve got time, Tink. I’m working a hunch.”
“I’ll get you the report as soon as I can. Anything else?”
“No. That’s it for now. I’m clear.” He tapped the mute button on his comm device.
He glanced at Fleur and jerked back. She was right next to him, staring at his uniform. “Where the heck is your microphone?” She moved his collar.
Laughing, he batted at her hands. “Get off me, woman.”
She sat back and narrowed her eyes. “Bet you don’t say that very often, do you?”
It took him a second to catch her drift. He threw back his head and laughed. “That would assume I have a woman around, which I don’t.”
She straightened suddenly. “A boyfriend or husband, then?”
He shook his head. “I’m not gay, not married, and don’t have a girlfriend.”
A huge smile spread across her face. “Oh, dang, so sorry to hear that.”
He rolled his eyes. “You, Ms. Buchanan, are trouble.”
She shrugged and turned back to her stack of papers. “I have a feeling you know how to handle trouble.”
Oh, he did, and he’d have no problem handling her. “I’m very adept.”
She glanced over at him and gave him a long up-and-down look. “I’m sure you are.”
Wraith came over the comms. “Skipper, I’ve handed out assignments. Checking on militia posts. Introducing myself.”
Ronan tapped his ear. “Copy that.”
“Back to work.” He nodded at her pile of papers.
“Killjoy, " she said under her breath then returnedto her tasks. He chuckled, wrote down the names of the people working in the comm center on Tuesday, and flipped to the next page. As it stood now, he’d split his team into shifts. Wolf and Stryker were on ten at night to six in the morning. Jug was on the swing shift, working from three to eleven, and he and Wraith worked the day shift.
He glanced at his sheet and noticed one name consistently worked on Tuesday. Adil Abdo. He leaned over and looked at Fleur’s list. “Adil,” he said out loud.
“It can’t be him. He’s worked with us since I’ve been here. He’s a local national who lives south of here, and he has a clearance. That’s why he works in the comms tent.” She put her pen down and rubbed her eyes. “It can’t be him. He works five days a week, so it makes sense that he would work the same days.”
“I’m not saying he did anything wrong. We’re just gathering intel at this point.” Ronan leaned back and tapped his ear again. “Tink?”
“Yes, sir?” she answered immediately.
“Please give me all the information you can on a local national, Adil Abdo. He works here at the IDP camp and has a clearance.”
“Ah …” Tink hesitated and then spelled the man’s name. “Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“And he has a foreign national clearance?” she asked.
He cocked his head. “Yes, he does. Tink, what’s up?”
“His file is flagged. Any questions have to go through Alpha. If this is an emergency, I can wake him up.”
“No. It's not an emergency. Put a message through to him that I need to speak to him about the guy.”