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Andre and his teammates exchanged grim glances. “What time did you leave the compound, Riley?” Andre asked.

Why did they want to know so many details? “Midnight. Why?”

Andre groaned. “I don’t believe this.”

“You should.” Seth shook his head, his disgust plain to see.

“I don’t understand.” Riley turned to Andre. “What’s going on?”

“Our unit was in the Obsidian Storm compound an hour after you left. We missed each other by an hour.”

Oh, man. That could mean only one thing. “We’re both targets of Obsidian Storm.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ANDRE’S HAND FISTED. No coincidences in this business. He’d keep tabs on the situation with Brown and Ludlow, but the real threat at the moment was Obsidian Storm. He and his teammates had believed the terrorist group was finished. Unfortunately for everyone, they’d risen from the ashes. How?

Seth rubbed the back of his neck. “Anything else I should know?”

Riley nodded. “I spoke to Veronica Miles Walker.”

Rayne looked puzzled. “Why?”

“She used to be a CIA field agent and knew Angie. Somehow, Berkley assigned me and Angie to Obsidian Storm and ensured we didn’t cross paths. I never saw her.”

“We can’t ask her about her role in the operation now. Can you hack into The Company’s database and find the information we need?”

“I just need time with my laptop.”

“You can do it without getting caught, right?”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. This will be child’s play.”

“You left a back door into their computer systems, didn’t you?” Iona looked at Riley with admiration. “Nice work.”

Seth turned to Riley. “You’re sure this won’t blow back on you or Fortress?”

“They’ll never know I was in their system.”

“Doesn’t say much for their cybersecurity. All right. After dinner, we’ll leave you alone so you can work your magic. Therest of us will put together as many details and timelines as possible.” He turned to Grant. “We need large notepads with sheets of paper that stick to the walls and markers that won’t bleed through. Everyone, have your laptops handy so we can work after we eat. Riley, you’ll have to give us a direction to look. Whatever you find, we need to see it, classified or not.”

“Yes, sir.” Expediency was more important than obedience. Riley had a feeling time was running out to dismantle the terrorist organization for good.

“Grant, after you eat, find an office supply store and get what we need.”

His smile was smug. “Already done. The supplies are in our SUV.”

Noah’s lips curved. “Are you bucking for a raise?”

His friend chuckled. “Nope. Trying to impress my gorgeous wife with my efficiency.”

Elias groaned. “Come on, man. Have a heart. You’ll make the rest of us look bad.”

“Too late.” Iona winked at him.

“Ouch, baby. That hurts.”

A knock on the door interrupted the laughter. Elias palmed his weapon and checked the peephole. He grinned as he holstered his Sig. “Room service with five loaded carts.”