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Hawk and Prescott had been running full-tilt with her between them. Hawk scooped her up and continued pushing hard. “I got you.”
Addison was sucking down so much air, she couldn’t respond.
When they’d run beyond the flying shards of metal and shrapnel from the building, he and Prescott slowed to a stride. Gasping for air, they beelined toward the helo.
“I’m soaked,” Prescott said.
“I hope you didn’t piss yourself,” Hawk replied, and they both laughed.
“How can you two joke around?” Addison asked. “We almostdied.”
“But we live another day, baby,” Hawk said.
“Another day of murder and mayhem,” Prescott murmured under his breath.
“When you’d get so damn fast?” Hawk asked his brother.
“I got a head start,” Prescott replied.
“I can walk,” Addison said, and Hawk put her down.
“I’m gonna be sore,” Prescott said.
“You wanna see the team doc?”
“Hell, no,” his brother replied. “Not the first time the armor’s saved me. Won’t be the last.”
“Addison, you hit?” Hawk asked.
“Negative. You?”
“I’m clear,” Hawk answered.
Though soaked in sweat, they couldn’t remove their helmets. They were walking in a pitch-black field, the new moon cloaking them in darkness. Without their night goggles, they wouldn’t be able to find the chopper.
Hawk pulled out his burner, called Cooper, and put the phone on speaker.
“The compound just exploded!” Cooper said. “Confirm you’re okay.”
“Confirmed,” Hawk replied.
“How the hell do you know that, Coop?” Prescott asked.
“I’m at Langley. We have satellite surveillance. You cut that close. Too close.”
“No shit,” Hawk said. “All targets eliminated.”
“Nice work,” Cooper said. “Take tomorrow off.”
“I run a company,” Hawk replied. “I don’t get days off.”
“I’ll take you up on that,” Addison said to Cooper.
“That looked intense,” Cooper said.
“Just another day at work,” Hawk replied.
“Addison, the threat of danger has been eliminated,” Cooper said. “You’re no longer on lockdown.”
