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Mirage

“Does it say anywhere what the Greens’ abilities are…or how they fight together?”

“Are they the ones who sabotaged our mission and took the bomb expert?”

“They must be able to get into the Ravens’ mainframe.”

“How do they know the Lion and Omega?”

“They must’ve gotten wind of the corruption and went on the run.”

“Is there a way in here to find them?”

“Do they have Hart locators?”

“They might still have contact with their handler.”

“Maybe that’s the mole.”

Files were scattered across every free space in Mirage’s condo as they searched through them, firing rapid theories and questions no one had answers to.

Mirage put his hands up to silence everyone…apart from Grace, of course.

“We’ve been at this for hours. Obviously, their information is well-hidden, but it’s gotta be in here somewhere.”

But finding the details of the Greens’ skills and how long they’d been at headquarters was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

“It’s almost sunrise,” Meridian noted. “We need to reset. Let’s do our training session at sixteen hundred to refocus. It’s almost guaranteed now that we’ll be going into the field together to find the Greens. We need to be prepared.”

“I think you’re right,” Mirage agreed after getting Grace’s affirmation. “After training, we’ll hit this hard with fresh eyes and calmed minds.”

Mirage locked the door after Ex and Meridian left, then went to the couch where Grace was staring at one photo in a thick file.

After Mirage came up behind him and draped his arms over his shoulders, Grace pointed to a deserted patch of barren land hidden within a rural town the diameter of a ladybug.

“Did you find them, Grace?” he whispered in surprise. “How in the hell—”

“I wasn’t only a sniper, Mirage. I was also a MARSOC combat hunter. Finding hidden targets is what I do.” Grace handed him the file. “The Greens are two hundred and 7.8 miles west of here.”

Mirage came around the couch, took Grace’s hand, and pulled him to his feet. “All this brilliance and enigmatic personality wrapped into a sexy-as-fuck package.” Mirage kissed him before he added, “Who happens to have the most charismatic voice I’ve ever heard.”

Grace hummed, leaned down in slow motion, and kissed him back.

“We’ll hash out a recon plan with the Blacks after training. But first, I need sleep, and so do you.”

Grace moaned and pressed his hardening cock against Mirage’s abdomen.

“I think you’re addicted to my cock.” He chuckled.

Grace nodded.

He cupped Grace’s rough cheeks and gave him a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, then whispered, “But I won’t go inside you right now. I just wanna sleep next to you, wrapped tight in your arms.”

Grace’s sighing grunt was an erotic affirmation that he liked the sound of that.