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“On his way to the hospital.”
“Take me there.”
We raced to the elevator; Buck’s phone vibrated. “Wheaton,” he answered. “She’s right here.” I couldn’t hear what the person on the other end of the phone was saying. “Copy that.” Buck disconnected the call and put the phone in his pocket. “My orders are to escort you back to the apartment.”
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COPE
Igrabbed my phone when it vibrated moments after I ended my call with Buck.
“Cope. I just heard,” said Decker. “Any word on his condition?”
“I’m headed to the hospital now.” I didn’t want to know, but I had to ask. “Who’s down, Deck?”
“Easy.”
“Fuck.” I had half a mind to turn the car around and drive straight to Langley. Before I killed the Director of the CIA with my bare hands, I needed to get a better read on Irish’s condition.
John “Easy” Harris was a former agent. He was married with two kids. Two kids who were now fatherless. Someone was going to fucking pay. Not just for his life but for the lives lost of the other agents all over the world.
Irish had nobody. His parents had both passed in the last few years, and like me, he had no siblings. Didn’t even have cousins. I was the closest thing he had to a relative, and I considered him my brother.
I pulled up in front of the same hospital Ali had been taken to, tossed the rental’s keys to the waiting valet, and raced inside.
“Surgery?” I asked as I ran past the information desk.
“Fourth floor but, sir…”
I was inside the elevator before the woman finished her sentence. It opened to another desk.
“Can I help you?”
“Paxon Warrick.” I turned my head and saw Rage waiting.
“Your name?”
“Sumner Copeland.”
“Someone will be out to speak with you as soon as there’s something to report.”
Rage stood when I approached. “Sorry, Cope.”
“Not your fault. Who else was in there with you?”
“Ink. He’s working it from the inside.”
I nodded and walked over to the windows. “What happened?” I asked when Rage was close enough that we could speak without anyone overhearing.
“Cellblock ambush.”
“Who was the shooter?”
“There were two. Both guards.”
“Did you recognize them?”
“Negative. First time I’d seen either of them.”