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“Five. I need to relieve Wolf and Stryker.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
“No worries. I’ve got the militia. You find the fuckwad inside the camp.”
Ronan stretched. “Not that easy.”
“Didn’t say it was.” As Wraith swooped out of the tent, Ronan rolled his eyes. He used his canteen water to give himself a sponge bath before heading out. The first person he saw was Miller. The manwas pacing outside his tent. When he saw Ronan, he hot-footed it in his direction.
“Did you get information from Habib?”
Ronan lifted his head at the urgency Miller was projecting. “Such as?”
“Such as who did this? Who’s involved?”
“No,” Ronan replied.
Miller stopped and dropped his head. “So, we don’t know who’s doing this?”
“No. Habib said he knew someone inside the camp was helping but didn’t know who.” Ronan didn’t want the man to stress any more than he was and letting him know it was probably a staff member would strain the man in a way everyone could see. He wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions. The fact that he was distraught over what happened was obvious.
Miller nodded. “What can I do?”
“Did you talk to the men you mentioned last night?”
“I did.” Miller put his hands on his hips. “We’ll keep an eye out. I plan on being out of my tent more than normal.”
Ronan could understand the rationale, but … “Perhaps changing your pattern of behavior isn’t the best option. Let’s not alarm or perhaps warn anyone unnecessarily by taking actions that are outside the norm.”
“Oh, good call,” Miller said, wiping his face with his hand. “After an incident like last night, it would be normal for me to be out and about, but I’ll be careful.” Miller nodded to himself. “Yeah, that’s good.”
“Did you need anything else?”
“What? No, no. I didn’t sleep last night. Worried, you know.” Miller shook his head. “Have you learned anything about the convoys?”
Ronan shook his head. “Still working on it.” He was on his way to talk to Adil. But Guardian’s resource didn’t need to be outed to anyone at this camp.
“You let me know if you find out anything.” Miller squared his shoulders. “And if you hear anything about who works inside this camp.” He looked over his shoulder at the lines of tents. “Thousands of desperate people around here.”
Ronan agreed, but they could eliminate about eighty percent of those people. He had a feeling most people wouldn’t cut holes in fences to take women and girls. Add to that Habib hinted the person was on staff, and they were down to a few percentage points. “I’ll need a roster of all of your staff.”
“What? Why? Do you think it is a staff person?”
Ronan held up a hand. The vein on Miller’s head bulged dangerously. “No, this has nothing to do with that. I’d like to know who has large vehicle driver licenses and who are considered mandatory in camp, who can be used for convoys when they start back up, and a couple of other things.”
“Oh. Okay.” Miller nodded his head. “I can get that for you.”
“Thank you. Could you give it to Fleur? I’ll collect it from her.”
“Alexander, since I’m the camp lead, perhaps you should work things through me, not Fleur.”
Ronan cocked his head. “She’s my point of contact in this camp. I’ll keep you in the loop on all things as the lead for this facility, but all my actions will be worked through Fleur as my orders require.”
Miller looked up at him and grunted, “Make sure you do that,” before marching toward his tent.
That man was worked the hell up. Ronan rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. Three hours of sleep was usually enough, but fuck him standing. He could use some caffeine. He weaved his way through the tents until he reached the communications tent. As he ducked in through the open flap, a young man turned around. “May I help you?” he asked politely.
“Are you Al?”