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Sabrina.” Rashid frowned. “You like her, I can see. But I have bad news.”
Matt’s heart skipped a beat. “What bad news?”
“She was taken away today.”
Matt braced himself with one hand on the edge of the desk and tried to cover his panic. Hoping his voice didn’t betray his feelings, he asked, “What do you mean taken ?”
“A man came and said she belonged to him. That she had run from him and he was here to take her back. Then he hit her. Hard. I saw blood on her mouth.”
Matt swallowed the bile that rose in his throat. “Thank you, Rashid. You can go. I have work to do.”
Rashid bowed his head and backed out of the room. Matt managed to wait for the door to close before he collapsed in the computer chair. His mind raced. Of course, she wasn’t a runaway. Was this her cover story and her way to extricate herself from the assignment? But wouldn’t she have waited to make sure the program he was working on was a success before she left?
What was to stop any man from coming here and claiming her as his own? His stomach clenched.
He closed his eyes and breathed deep. He was nearly finished. A little more time, if he could get his brain to focus on the job and not Sam, and he’d be done. But there was still no way he could search for her in Dubai. It would raise suspicion. Besides, she might not even still be in Dubai. People could disappear completely in this region.
Matt had to have faith in her to take care of herself. Faith in Omega team to take care of her, just as Zeta took care of their own.
Easier said than done. He flashed back to the condition Jimmy had been in by the time they’d extracted him after his cover had been blown. That didn’t help calm him. Exactly the opposite.
The best thing he could do to help her was finish planting the bait and then get his ass out of this place so he could find out what happened to Sam. First thing he’d do once he was clear of here and could contact the commander securely, was pass on all that had happened. Central Command would have to start monitoring the tracking device while he was in transit home. Hopefully, a call to Omega would yield the information Matt wanted—that Sam was en route to the States, as well. Safe and sound.
If not, he’d track down both her and whoever had her, and God help the man who took her.
Flinging open the door, he turned to the ever-present guard. “I need transportation to the airport. Who do I talk to about that?”
As she watched the scenery whiz by the car window, Sam fingered her throbbing mouth. The cut on her fat lip was going to look even prettier by tomorrow when it was set off by all the colors her bruise would turn. She picked up the ice pack and held it in place, wondering if her mouth hurt more with or without the cold pressed to it. But the sick feeling in her gut wasn’t from being hit. It was because every minute, every mile, took her farther away from Matt.
Was he still in the compound? Had he been able to code the Trojan Horse program they’d talked about? And if so, did he get away clean afterward? If anyone figured out what he was up to, they could have detained him or worse.
A large male hand covered hers. “Foster, I’m so sorry.”
“Please, sir. Stop apologizing. Just try and remember the next time you get into playing the role of angry harem-girl master, wear the gaudy gold ring on your left hand and make sure you slap me with your right.” She winced as speaking opened the crack in her lip wider.
“I hope there isn’t a next time.” His eyes focused on the road as he drove, Commander Anderson drew in a deep breath and shook his head. “But if there is, check in when you’re supposed to so I don’t assume you’ve been compromised.”
If one of the guys on the team had gone dark for a few days during an uncover op, the commander wouldn’t have come swooping in like a deranged Superman and dragged them out. Sam scowled at the double standard.
“It was too risky
Matt’s heart skipped a beat. “What bad news?”
“She was taken away today.”
Matt braced himself with one hand on the edge of the desk and tried to cover his panic. Hoping his voice didn’t betray his feelings, he asked, “What do you mean taken ?”
“A man came and said she belonged to him. That she had run from him and he was here to take her back. Then he hit her. Hard. I saw blood on her mouth.”
Matt swallowed the bile that rose in his throat. “Thank you, Rashid. You can go. I have work to do.”
Rashid bowed his head and backed out of the room. Matt managed to wait for the door to close before he collapsed in the computer chair. His mind raced. Of course, she wasn’t a runaway. Was this her cover story and her way to extricate herself from the assignment? But wouldn’t she have waited to make sure the program he was working on was a success before she left?
What was to stop any man from coming here and claiming her as his own? His stomach clenched.
He closed his eyes and breathed deep. He was nearly finished. A little more time, if he could get his brain to focus on the job and not Sam, and he’d be done. But there was still no way he could search for her in Dubai. It would raise suspicion. Besides, she might not even still be in Dubai. People could disappear completely in this region.
Matt had to have faith in her to take care of herself. Faith in Omega team to take care of her, just as Zeta took care of their own.
Easier said than done. He flashed back to the condition Jimmy had been in by the time they’d extracted him after his cover had been blown. That didn’t help calm him. Exactly the opposite.
The best thing he could do to help her was finish planting the bait and then get his ass out of this place so he could find out what happened to Sam. First thing he’d do once he was clear of here and could contact the commander securely, was pass on all that had happened. Central Command would have to start monitoring the tracking device while he was in transit home. Hopefully, a call to Omega would yield the information Matt wanted—that Sam was en route to the States, as well. Safe and sound.
If not, he’d track down both her and whoever had her, and God help the man who took her.
Flinging open the door, he turned to the ever-present guard. “I need transportation to the airport. Who do I talk to about that?”
As she watched the scenery whiz by the car window, Sam fingered her throbbing mouth. The cut on her fat lip was going to look even prettier by tomorrow when it was set off by all the colors her bruise would turn. She picked up the ice pack and held it in place, wondering if her mouth hurt more with or without the cold pressed to it. But the sick feeling in her gut wasn’t from being hit. It was because every minute, every mile, took her farther away from Matt.
Was he still in the compound? Had he been able to code the Trojan Horse program they’d talked about? And if so, did he get away clean afterward? If anyone figured out what he was up to, they could have detained him or worse.
A large male hand covered hers. “Foster, I’m so sorry.”
“Please, sir. Stop apologizing. Just try and remember the next time you get into playing the role of angry harem-girl master, wear the gaudy gold ring on your left hand and make sure you slap me with your right.” She winced as speaking opened the crack in her lip wider.
“I hope there isn’t a next time.” His eyes focused on the road as he drove, Commander Anderson drew in a deep breath and shook his head. “But if there is, check in when you’re supposed to so I don’t assume you’ve been compromised.”
If one of the guys on the team had gone dark for a few days during an uncover op, the commander wouldn’t have come swooping in like a deranged Superman and dragged them out. Sam scowled at the double standard.
“It was too risky
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