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BRIEFING THE PRESIDENT
CAROLINE
At five in the morning, they returned to the Black Site. As they made their way through the building, Caroline hurried to keep up with Grey. The energy had shifted, his frustration palpable. She’d worked with him long enough to know that an angry Grey was a very, very dangerous one.
She also knew that, as his former handler, his system worked for him, so she stayed silent.
They rounded the corner. Now, in the residential wing—the safe house side—voices grew louder as they approached the kitchen. The intense smell of bleach stung her eyes, and she covered her nose and mouth with her hand. They stopped in the doorway.
Hawk, Addison, Sin, and Evangeline were wiping down the room.
Hawk spotted them and jumped up. After pulling two medical masks from the counter, he offered them. “It’s wicked in here.”
She fitted one over her ears and mouth, and the pungent odor of bleach subsided.
“You cleaned up the mess,” Grey said.
“Mask up, bro,” Hawk replied.
After Grey did, he tied up his hair, glanced around the spacious room. “Looks good.”
Evangeline stopped scrubbing and rose from the floor. “Dakota’s resting and he’s doing great.”
Sin joined them. “We’re gonna patch and paint over the ceiling, but we got out most of the blood. By the end of the day, it’ll be good as new.”
“I can help,” Grey said.
“We got this,” Sin said. “Tank’s working in the rec room. Slash and Carrera are with him.”
“I’m gonna post a pic of Haqazzii’s body,” Grey said.
“Nice,” Sin replied.
Grey eyed Caroline. “Are you hungry? Can I make you something to eat?”
She’d been too keyed up to even think about food.
“We got you,” Addison said.
Caroline and Grey took off for the rec room. To her surprise, Tank and Slash were playing a game of pool while Carrera sat on the sofa, working away on his laptop.
“Hey,” Grey said.
“How’d it go?” Tank asked.
“It’s done,” Grey said, the emotion void from his voice. “I got a photo of him.”
“I’ll upload it.” Tank leaned the cue against the pool table, sat at one of the card tables.
Grey pulled over two chairs, and they joined him.
“I got a hit,” Tank said. “It’s just one, but I’m confident I’ll get more.”
“Nice work,” Grey muttered.
Tank glanced at Caroline. “What’s going on?”
