Page 38 of Tag (The Golden Team #9)

Tag

I ’d hoped I’d never hear the name again.

Sable.

Her codename had been classified even among our team. A black ops asset—lethal, untraceable, and perfectly conditioned for one purpose:

Elimination.

And once, a lifetime ago… she’d saved my life.

Now she was the one trying to end it.

Gideon’s voice crackled over the sat comm. “Confirmation just came in. Graves activated Project Redwood. The asset’s name is unknown, but her facial profile hits 93% match with your 2016 Kabul extract. You knew her as Sable.”

I closed my eyes, the memory cutting in sharp and fast.

Sable in the smoke, blood on her hands, dragging me out of a collapsed compound. Her whisper in my ear:

“You owe me one, Tag.”

Now she was cashing it in with a bullet.

“She doesn’t miss,” I said quietly.

Aponi’s head snapped toward me. “What?”

“She doesn’t miss,” I repeated. “The fact that we’re breathing right now? That was a warning.”

“She could’ve taken any of us out?”

“She could’ve taken all of us out.”

Faron cursed under his breath. “So Graves doesn’t just want us gone—he wants us terrified .”

“Well,” Aponi said, standing, “he picked the wrong damn team.”