Nightstalker: Red Team Read Online Free

you know about their release before our contacts in the district and at the White House?” I asked. Something was not adding up. Who the fuck was this guy and how did he have information before Z?
    Z shot me a warning glare, which I returned with one of my own. This was my fucking team; it would be our asses on the line when we get sent on an op based on this new asshole’s information. Trust but verify. Fuck yeah, I was going to question him. If he didn’t like it, then fuck him.
    “I was there.” That was all the explanation I got from Linc as he glared at me.
    “That’s it? You were there. Care to elaborate on how it is that you were at The Black Dolphin, while a deal was being negotiated after a Chechen attack?” I continued my questioning. Judging by the look on his face, he did not like being questioned, and certainly did not like that it was being done by a woman.
    “All due respect, Jasmin, that is classified information,” Linc’s stare almost made me shrink back into my seat. Almost.
    Fuck no!
    “Fuck your all “due respect” bullshit! That might work on the pansy ass women you know, but I asked you a direct question. I expect a direct answer. In case you have forgotten Mr. I have been dark for two years. This is how a team works, they share information. As far as clearance I can assure you, my clearance is above top and it is up to date.” I felt my anger elevate to a near nuclear level. Was this asshole for real? I took a chance and looked around the table at my team. They all had the same expressions on their faces. Eric was especially enraged. What the hell was that about?
    “Fuck me!  Jas calm the fuck dow,.” Z yelled as he slammed his fist on the table. I fucking hated being chastised like a child. Fuck this!
    “So tell us, Red Wing , what is your relationship with the Russians now?” Eric asked as he jumped in on the action.
    Linc’s face flashed with some sort of emotion but he schooled his features before I could place it. Asshole!
    Z sighed and set his tablet on the tablet; a look of resignation on his face. “Looks like we are doing this now,” he muttered.
    Z flipped off the sixty inch monitor and walked over to the control panel on the wall. He lowered the blackout shades that also served as soundproof insulation over the polycarbonate ballistic windows.
    The entire office was fitted with bullet proof and sound proof walls. Every precaution had been taken so that the outside world could not intrude; something that was necessary when you are dealing with top secret missions.
    With the blinds drawn, Z circled back to his position at the head of the table. He gave each member of the team a look that told us we were not going to like what he had to say.
    Fuck. Why couldn’t today just be a normal debrief? I needed a beer and some sleep.
    “I told you it would take my team all of five fucking seconds to start to sniff this shit out.” Z was looking at Linc as he sat back down in his seat and steepled his hands in front of him.
    He addressed the team, “Lincoln was part of a joint task force. His mission was to find an American DEA agent who was assisting the Russian government, and the Bratva, in the transportation of drugs into and girls out of the United States,” Z stopped, blowing out a breath with a look of pure hatred on his face, “His investigation led him to The Black Dolphin and prison officials who were allowing the Bratva to continue to run drugs from prison.”
    “Mother Fucking, Russians,” Eric repeated yet again.
    He just could not help himself. It was almost laughable at this point. I knew he had some sort of resentment towards the Russian government from his time in the CIA. Unfortunately he had never spoken to me about his time in Russia, his CIA involvement, or the scars on his back. One of those scars was the brand of a dolphin. I didn’t like people prying into my shit so I repaid the favor and did not pry into theirs. Eric would talk when he was