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wanting to hurt anyone. But she’d done what was necessary to try and help her sister. He could respect that.
    Do you know what this box is?
    She stared at the thing on the table for a moment before answering. The leader—a really big guy with a military style haircut—said it’s a listening device. He had a sailor to do the job, but he tried to back out so they killed him. They want me to bring the box back to them after I’m done here.
    The fact one person was already dead wasn’t good, but everything else she’d said pretty much lined up with what Logan had thought earlier. This box was somehow recording the meeting going on in the NSWC building, even though it should have been frigging impossible with all the security precautions put into place by Navy security. You couldn’t walk into any secured building on this base—or any other—with a cellphone, iPad, e-reader, Apple Watch, thumb drive, or even a Fitbit. Nothing electronic went into a facility where they were discussing classified information, like the Special Warfare headquarters.
    He had no doubt someone had gotten a microphone of some type in there. This black box sure as hell wasn’t picking up conversations all the way out here. He didn’t care what kind of technology it used.
    On the upside, at least the thing wasn’t a repeater box—something that picked up the signal from inside the building and transferred it off the base wirelessly. The fact the men wanted Felicia to bring it back to them suggested it was nothing more than a recorder. He hoped to hell he was right or these assholes would get away with a buttload of classified information.
    Logan was tempted to reach over and turn off the listening device, but he resisted. He had no way of knowing if they had something in the box that might signal them if it he did. Better to leave it on and make sure the people holding Felicia’s sister hostage never got their hands on it.
    Do you know the address of the place they want you to bring the box?
    Felicia gave him a vague answer. The warehouse was off Trentham Way in Poway, but she didn’t know a specific address.
    That was okay. She got him close with a description. That was good enough. But when he started typing into his phone again, Felicia reached out a hand to stop him. Then she frantically typed into her phone. A moment later, he got a text written in all caps.
    YOU CAN’T CALL THE COPS! THEY’LL GET STEFANIE KILLED!
    Logan understood Felicia’s concern. She was probably right. The cops would surround the place per standard operating procedure and Felicia’s sister would likely end up dead. But calling the cops had never been his intent.
    I’m not texting the cops. I’m texting a few friends of mine. They’ll help me get your sister out of there. I swear it.
    She studied him for a moment, and he could see the fear and hope warring with each other in her beautiful brown eyes.
    You can get my sister out safely?
    Logan reached out and grabbed her hand, then looking her deep in the eyes, he nodded before texting her back.
    Saving people in danger is what I’ve spend most of my adult live either training for, or doing. If you trust me, we can get your sister out.
    Felicia hesitated, but then she finally nodded. Okay.
    Logan knew Felicia trusted him with the most important thing in the world to her. He wouldn’t let her down.
    He fired off a text to a couple of guys on the Team, telling them he needed help and giving them the basics of the situation. He focused on the tactical details as he knew them. A warehouse in the Poway industrial area, five bad guys, one hostage, handguns for weapons, and a willingness to kill when necessary. Lastly he told them what his basic plan would be. If they didn’t make it there in time, he’d be going in anyway.
    I’ll be there, was the unanimous answer.
    Logan spent the next few minutes asking Felicia for as much detail of the warehouse’s layout as she could remember. Locations of doors and