Page 203 of Allegiance
When it came down to it, what choice was there, really?
Storming one of the modeling agencies, or using one of Calyx’s ‘friends’ was equally as dangerous. If they didn’t have allies, they were screwed.
Hookers were not trustworthy, and they were all betting that’s who Calyx would give them.
None of them could go undercover since they were all too old. Plus, everyone knew the Major in this game.
On top of that, the bad guys knew Calyx. She was the owner of the underground.
So this…
This meant doing it the right way.
“Ready?” Maura asked, itching to get this started. The sooner it was over, the sooner they were going to get home.
Her people got their guns ready. They were double-plated when it came to body armor, and ready to go. Really, that mattered. This was like shooting fish in the barrel, and in this scenario, they were the fish.
Unfortunately.
“I’m good,” Dakota said, planning to hover over the woman beside him as much as possible. He wasn’t letting Eve out of his sight.
Not.
At.
All.
“Ready,” Zayn said, checking to make sure his gun was locked and loaded.
“Eve?” Maura asked.
She popped a bubble with the gum she was chewing and grinned.
“Point me at them, and let me do my worst,” she said, acutely aware that Dakota was going to be on her like camo on a soldier. He was breathing down her neck.
LITERALLY.
Maura was glad to have her.
The only Hunter not with them was Remmy because they used him on the DL. He was also their connection to the dirty side of NOLA.
They had to keep that lifeline. They weren’t taking a chance someone would ID him. He had, after all, been the Deputy Director of the FBI.
“Okay, then keep in mind that they are going to be gunning for us,” Maura said.
Jagger handed her a mask she could pull on over her face. She stared at it.
“Uh, I’m going in…”
Her husband shut that right down.
“You are going in incognito. No arguments. I want you, Eve, and Dakota with your faces covered. Everyone knows that Zayn works for me, but we don’t need hits put out on anyone else.”
Dakota wasn’t arguing.
He would put Eve in the car—a locked trunk—if he could.
“Well, who are we to argue with the boss. That works for me,” he blurted out as he pulled the mask down over Eve’s face so fast that she laughed.