the fuck is going on?”
To her credit, Madison didn’t appear to be in distress. No, if he judged it right, she was pissed.
She’s a strong one, he thought, impressed. Her short hair was bouncing angrily, mirroring the look on her face as she stared back and forth between him and Charlie.
“Guys, what’s taking so long?” Delta’s voice buzzed in his ear.
Connor had to make a decision. Were they taking the girl, or weren’t they?
“We can’t leave her behind,” he whispered to Charlie, pulling him across the room to talk in private. “They’ll just grab her and use her as ransom, which means we’ll then have to go get her from their clutches. It’ll be better if we do this now, our way.”
Charlie hesitated. “That’s…actually not a bad point,” he said with a frown. “But she’s not a shifter. If things get complicated…”
He sighed. “I know, but I think we have to take that chance. It’s your decision though.”
“What?” Charlie frowned. Connor was in command of the mission. “Why?”
Connor glanced over his shoulder at the woman as she stared at them, arms crossed, ignoring her father. If looks could kill…
“I think my judgment is compromised,” was all he was willing to say.
Charlie’s eyebrows rose fractionally. “Oh.” He thought about it for a moment, then sighed. “Just bring her, let’s go.”
Connor nodded, reassuming command.
“Okay, shoes, bag,” he ordered, pointing to Madison and the bag and the pile of shoes by the door. “Running shoes, let’s move. Now.”
The father pulled his daughter along, who at some point stopped resisting, though she was clearly still unhappy.
Exiting the room, Connor took point, followed by the target, Madison and then Charlie.
“Where are we going?” she asked as they entered the stairway.
He turned and made a chopping motion across his neck. They were in full-on extraction mode at the moment. The Agency could be waiting anywhere. Although Connor expected Madison to protest loudly, her father raised a hand to his lips and gave her a pleading look. Madison looked unhappy, but she stayed silent, creeping along as best she could with the rest of them. She didn’t have the preternatural inclination toward stealth that shifters did, but she did a credible job.
You probably learn how to be real quiet trying to sneak out of the house with a shifter parent, he thought wryly, a smile slipping across his face, the features once more obscured by his balaclava.
“Delta, report.”
“Still all clear out front,” Delta said immediately.
Connor breathed a sigh of relief. They were moving earlier than intended, with only a fraction of a plan in place. Normally everything was planned down to the last detail, but with the spotting of the Agent nearby, they didn’t have time for that. Right now, they had to get them to the train yard, and onto the freight train their contact assured them was leaving tonight.
In forty-eight minutes, to be exact . He pulled the sleeve back over his watch and continued down the stairs, ears alert for the slightest noise that didn’t belong to his team. The stairwell looked the same as the one from their last mission. It was amazing how quickly everywhere started to blend together as they went on mission after mission. Subtle differences began to disappear.
He pulled the gray door open at the bottom, ushering Charlie through first, then the others in reverse order. The door led directly outside, into the alleyway behind the apartment building.
“Delta, move out,” he said.
Seconds later the door opened and Delta emerged. They herded their charges toward the parked SUV two buildings down, urging them to constantly move faster. There was still plenty of daylight out, which left Connor extremely on edge. It would be easy for any Agents watching the place to see them. He could only hope they had gotten the drop on them.
Reaching the vehicle, he slid calmly into the driver’s seat, punching the