Page 135 of Storm Warning

“Izamal, Mexico.”

Silence, then their boss groaned. “Of course it’s in the Chihuahua Province. Where else would it be?” He growled. “When will you leave?”

“As soon as you give us the go-ahead. We just learned the lab’s location from Zane and still need a plan to infiltrate the Storm’s compound. The lab is inside that compound.”

“You’ll need to pack heavy.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ll also need another team to help, perhaps two, depending on how many soldiers are in the compound.”

“Any chance the M team is available?” Echo unit and Artemis had worked several ops with the brothers from Maple Valley and found that M team’s style meshed well with their own.

“Hold.” Seconds later, Maddox said, “Yeah, they are. I’ll contact David Montgomery and bring him up to speed. I’ll have a third team on standby in case we need them.”

Andre glanced at Seth, who smiled. “We, sir?”

“Did you think I’d let you have all the fun? Do you mind if I come along, Seth?”

“We’d welcome the extra help, sir.”

“While we’re waiting for M team to arrive, we’ll make plans. Return to headquarters as soon as possible for planning sessions and restocking supplies.”

“Copy that, sir.”

“Maddox out.”

Seth turned to his teammates. “You heard the boss. Grab your gear. If things go right, we won’t be returning to this hotel.”

Things better go right. Andre squeezed Riley’s hand. If they didn’t, it meant Fortress had failed in its mission and the United States would have to fight a war against a biological weapon. The stakes were too high to lose this fight.

He frowned. Should they warn someone higher up the food chain than Brent Maddox? His stomach knotted at reporting to one of the political powerhouses in Washington, D.C. The most likely person to need the information was William Martin, President of the United States.

Talking to the political elite was way out of his comfort zone. Give him a gun, and he’d be fine. Wrangling over politics? Definitely not comfortable with that.

Riley rested her hand on his forearm. “What’s wrong? Did I miss something in the update?”

“I’m afraid someone higher in rank than Brent needs to know about the threat to the US. What if we can’t take down Obsidian Storm? The US needs to be ready.”

Riley’s lips curved in a wry smile. “We need to give the White House a Storm warning.”

“Exactly. Although I hate to do it, I don’t know another way to handle this.”

“Brent is the Fortress CEO. He has more clout than we do.” Her eyes twinkled. “I say we let him deliver the bad news.”

They went to their rooms to grab their gear and met the rest of their teams in the living room. Seth looked at the two teams. “We’ll travel in a caravan. Unless I’ve misread the situation, Obsidian Storm has people watching us. If they have two brain cells to rub together, they know we’re aware of them. I don’t see a need for stealth.”

Noah nodded. “If they want to come at us, bring it on.”

“We’ll meet you in the garage,” Elias said. “Iona wants to check out something in the hotel gift shop before we leave.” He escorted her from the suite.

Seth stared after them for a moment. “Is something brewing there?”

Teagan patted his chest. “It has been for a while, love. You don’t notice those things.”

He frowned. “I’m aware, but I keep my mouth shut.”

Grant nodded. “It’s safer that way.”