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Emmanuel glared at me as if he could set me on fire with his mind and my men stiffened, but I didn’t care. He could hate me all he wanted if it meant we got somewhere.
Christian cleared his throat, stepping forward to take the heat off Emmanuel. The other man slumped into his seat like a petulant child. “Do we have enough supplies to widen the first wave? Maybe we could hit another of his buildings that’s not a safe house.”
I looked at Victor, who nodded.
Finally, a fucking compromise.
Hallelujah.
Greyson looked over the inventory list of everything our allies had brought, weapons I’d imported specifically for this war, and a whole host of things we hadn’t been expecting.
After he’d done his calculations, he nodded. “We could reasonably add a location to the first wave. I’d keep the initial teams light, though. We’re aiming to remove any runners and take out as many active men as possible so they can’t become reinforcements when the bigger launches start.”
“These are the buildings we’ve had under watch.” With a few clicks of the mouse, Eagle drew circles around ten buildings throughout Seattle, addresses we’d gotten from Two-Bit after the meeting yesterday.
Agreeing to play spy for the Feds was already paying off. We’d received more information than we’d expected with the addresses of Cash’s most-used hideouts. Not to mention the weapons. We didn’t want to tie Two-Bit to the information, so we’d given it to Eagle, who had no problem lying to the other leaders about where it came from. Not that anyone questioned it in the first place, but we had it covered in case they did.
The moment they arrived, we sent the mercs to play spies and gather more intel, and it was going well. Though no one had found Cash yet, I was still hoping we’d have a solid lead before we went in blind. I wanted him dead.
“We’ve got a running tally of everyone coming and going over the last day, so by the time we’re ready, we’ll have a good idea of how many people to expect at each place.” He typed again, and each circle got a staggering number next to it. Even with the additional help, we barely outnumbered the Aces. Where’s Cash been hiding them?
I bit my lip. “How can you be sure your tally’s correct?”
Eagle dug into the backpack at his feet and tossed something at me with a grin. I caught it, scowling at him when I realized it was a pair of very expensive infrared goggles.
Specifically, government-issued infrared goggles.
“I’ve got three men on each building who rotate the count every hour. The others confirm the number with those before we get the total.”
“Margin for error?”
He shrugged. “I padded each one by ten, fifteen if the building’s bigger. The probability of reinforced basements on some of these is pretty low, but it isn’t zero.”
“Where the hell did this guy come from?” Christian asked, his narrowed gaze tracking between the merc and the goggles I still held.
“Old friend,” Nate said easily.
Christian watched him carefully. “Is that so?”
The sarcasm was duly noted and unappreciated.
“Nate used to be a mercenary.”
Apparently, that was news to most everyone in the room. I watched as all the big players’ eyes sharpened on my man and frowned. Maybe Leo’s assessment wasn’t as off as I assumed.
A problem for another time. Once the war was over and I’d had about a month to relax, we’d get to work on revamping Nate’s reputation in the city. Make sure everyone knew he was a badass in his own right.
My phone buzzed as they talked about the toys, and I took it out, hoping it was one of the scouts with good news. Rafael’s name was an unexpected surprise, as was his text.
He’s taken your club.
Which one?
The name flashed on my screen, and I wasn’t even surprised. Now that I thought about it, it made all the sense in the world. Dominic’s eyes drifted to the death grip I had on my phone, and he straightened. Nate and Greyson followed suit, and it was Nate’s movement that caught Eagle’s eye. “Something to add?”
“I just got word that we need to add a building to the tally.”
Emmanuel scowled. “The others have been on watch for the last day. Adding another so late means we’re likely flying in blind.”
