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that information.”
Motherfucker.
The timing was not right and Hunter had no intention of handing Will over to the special ops arm of the CIA. “Why is the Special Activities Division tracking me?”
“We missed you,” Seth said.
Fisher scoffed. “That can’t be it.”
None of the back-and-forth between these two was helping Hunter to get answers, find food, and sneak back to check on Will. “You guys work out of London.”
Some of the amusement left Seth’s face. “Yeah, we know, dumbass. And we’d prefer to be home but thanks to you we’ve been all over Paris.”
Fisher scanned the area while he talked. This time he hesitated for a second before speaking up. “With a little help from your bosses at the BND.”
Everything inside Hunter froze. He’d checked in with his superiors only long enough to say he had a lead. Then he’d dumped his phone and dropped his tracker. He knew that bucked protocol and whatever he might say to explain why wouldn’t be a good enough explanation. Sanctions were coming, but he refused to believe they were being delivered by the CIA. “Not possible. This isn’t an official assignment.”
Fisher shrugged. “Well, it is now.”
“By the way, the BND people in charge of you are really pissed,” Seth said as his smile slowly reappeared. “Clearly they don’t find you as lovable as we do.”
“One more thing.” Fisher held up a finger. “We’re now your official backup on this mission. Consider us a team.”
What the fuck?
Hunter worked alone, and on this, with the personal angle he still hadn’t sorted out, he needed space. Having these guys crawl up his ass would not get the job done. They all needed to know who was running Pentasus after the explosion and how to shut it down.
Thoughts of what he had to do kept pinging him, but he ignored them all and focused on his answer. “No.”
Seth shook his head. “Ah, that’s sweet but the wrong answer.”
“Your government is a little grumpy that you let any of the Rivers family get away during the explosion and then chose to stay dark rather than come in and explain.” Fisher looked like he was pretending to think and couldn’t find the word. “Your superiors mentioned espionage, or whatever the German word is for espionage.”
“Probably still espionage,” Seth said. “But we helped to smooth things over, or at least calmed them down for now.”
This was his nightmare. His own government was ticked off and the CIA was circling. Hunter hated every word they’d just said. “I don’t want your help.”
Fisher looked at Seth. “He’s going to fight it right to the end.”
Seth sighed. “Absolutely. It’s adorable.”
Hunter touched on the one topic sure to shut the whole conversation down. “Where’s Zach?”
Anger flashed across Fisher’s face. “Wrong question.”
Exactly the reaction Hunter had expected. Fisher was possessive, and Hunter understood why. Zach was one of the good ones. He excelled at undercover work. Could strategize with the best of them. Hot and smart and lethal. They’d spent time together after an assignment long ago with some celebration sex, which Fisher knew, and it drove him nuts. Didn’t matter that it was before he’d met Zach. Fisher tended to wear a dark angry look most of the time and this topic just made it worse.
But that’s not exactly why Hunter had asked, though it was fun to set Fisher off. “I don’t want to fuck him again.”
Seth clapped a hand on Fisher’s shoulder. “It’s as if he wants you to shoot him.”
Fisher didn’t move. Just stared for a second before responding. “He’s the one who found you. He tracked you using old contacts. He called in favors and convinced the BND not to send you to whatever the German equivalent of Siberia is.”
Honestly.
Hunter rolled his eyes. “Do you CIA guys own a map?”
“He’s also the one who spotted you on the video.” Fisher said the words and let them sit there.
For a second no one said
Motherfucker.
The timing was not right and Hunter had no intention of handing Will over to the special ops arm of the CIA. “Why is the Special Activities Division tracking me?”
“We missed you,” Seth said.
Fisher scoffed. “That can’t be it.”
None of the back-and-forth between these two was helping Hunter to get answers, find food, and sneak back to check on Will. “You guys work out of London.”
Some of the amusement left Seth’s face. “Yeah, we know, dumbass. And we’d prefer to be home but thanks to you we’ve been all over Paris.”
Fisher scanned the area while he talked. This time he hesitated for a second before speaking up. “With a little help from your bosses at the BND.”
Everything inside Hunter froze. He’d checked in with his superiors only long enough to say he had a lead. Then he’d dumped his phone and dropped his tracker. He knew that bucked protocol and whatever he might say to explain why wouldn’t be a good enough explanation. Sanctions were coming, but he refused to believe they were being delivered by the CIA. “Not possible. This isn’t an official assignment.”
Fisher shrugged. “Well, it is now.”
“By the way, the BND people in charge of you are really pissed,” Seth said as his smile slowly reappeared. “Clearly they don’t find you as lovable as we do.”
“One more thing.” Fisher held up a finger. “We’re now your official backup on this mission. Consider us a team.”
What the fuck?
Hunter worked alone, and on this, with the personal angle he still hadn’t sorted out, he needed space. Having these guys crawl up his ass would not get the job done. They all needed to know who was running Pentasus after the explosion and how to shut it down.
Thoughts of what he had to do kept pinging him, but he ignored them all and focused on his answer. “No.”
Seth shook his head. “Ah, that’s sweet but the wrong answer.”
“Your government is a little grumpy that you let any of the Rivers family get away during the explosion and then chose to stay dark rather than come in and explain.” Fisher looked like he was pretending to think and couldn’t find the word. “Your superiors mentioned espionage, or whatever the German word is for espionage.”
“Probably still espionage,” Seth said. “But we helped to smooth things over, or at least calmed them down for now.”
This was his nightmare. His own government was ticked off and the CIA was circling. Hunter hated every word they’d just said. “I don’t want your help.”
Fisher looked at Seth. “He’s going to fight it right to the end.”
Seth sighed. “Absolutely. It’s adorable.”
Hunter touched on the one topic sure to shut the whole conversation down. “Where’s Zach?”
Anger flashed across Fisher’s face. “Wrong question.”
Exactly the reaction Hunter had expected. Fisher was possessive, and Hunter understood why. Zach was one of the good ones. He excelled at undercover work. Could strategize with the best of them. Hot and smart and lethal. They’d spent time together after an assignment long ago with some celebration sex, which Fisher knew, and it drove him nuts. Didn’t matter that it was before he’d met Zach. Fisher tended to wear a dark angry look most of the time and this topic just made it worse.
But that’s not exactly why Hunter had asked, though it was fun to set Fisher off. “I don’t want to fuck him again.”
Seth clapped a hand on Fisher’s shoulder. “It’s as if he wants you to shoot him.”
Fisher didn’t move. Just stared for a second before responding. “He’s the one who found you. He tracked you using old contacts. He called in favors and convinced the BND not to send you to whatever the German equivalent of Siberia is.”
Honestly.
Hunter rolled his eyes. “Do you CIA guys own a map?”
“He’s also the one who spotted you on the video.” Fisher said the words and let them sit there.
For a second no one said
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