Page 60 of The Team

Fuck.

“I saw it,” Bisgaard said, breaking away from his team and stalking over. He aimed directly for Yin. “I fucking saw it.”

Rhett intercepted him and shoved Bisgaard away. “Back the fuck off,” Rhett snarled at him.

But then Jay was there, Sid and Coyote, and Azrael and Echo. Facing off against Bisgaard and all of Alpha Two.

“The fuck are you protecting him for?” Bisgaard snapped at Rhett. He was angry, livid, pointing his finger in Rhett’s face. “He’s a fucking traitor for all we know.”

Before Rhett could take his head off, Jay was between them. A foot shorter than Bisgaard, Jay was in his face. “You watch your fucking tone when you speak to him,” Jay sneered at him.

Bisgaard snarled at Jay then, and in a split second, Rhett took the big ex-Jaeger by the neck of his shirt and drove him backward.

King tapped his cane on the concrete floor. “Enough!”

Rhett stopped but didn’t let go.

“I said that’s enough,” King repeated.

Rhett let go of Bisgaard with a shove, and Giardello was quick to pull him back.

“I am no traitor,” Yin said quietly.

Before anyone could say anything—and a few were about to begin—King put his hand up. “No one said you were. We have bigger problems than whatever this bullshit is.” He gave Bisgaard a filthy look and Giardello one that wasn’t much better. “Take your team to the other end of the bunker. Jesus Christ.” Then he held out his phone to Rhett. “Ouston,” he said. “Phone call.”

Rhett took the phone and walked a few metres away. “Hello.”

Yunho’s voice was as smooth as ever. “How is our favourite captain?”

“Been better,” he replied. “What do we know?”

“Yin’s phone yielded nothing. A search on the woman he was texting yielded nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I found nothing. Zero. Not one hit.”

“How is that possible?”

“Access to China is somewhat limited,” Yunho said. “But I can tell you it appears Tao lives with a woman, Yin Jun-mei.”

Yin?

Rhett was careful not to say anything too loud. “Wife or sister? Mother?”

“There’s no record.”

“Of what?”

“Of her. By all accounts, she doesn’t exist.”

What the fuck?

“Has she replied at all?”

“No. All still unread.”

“Is she covert? Or better yet, is he? Is Yin?”