Page 38 of Allegiance
“Okay, and?” he asked, not sure where this was heading.
Zayn took over.
It took a village.
“You’re the eyes in this scenario,” Zayn said. “You tend to blend in the best being the ordinary white man.”
“Pardon?” he asked.
Rogue was the best liar out of the bunch with Jinx coming in a close second.
So, he helped his wife.
“Because true or false? You tracked people for a living and can follow them back to their hideout if they show up?” he asked.
At first, they thought he was going to be amicable. Only, this was Dakota, and the only easy thing about him was how he took his coffee.
Black.
“That was a long time ago. Are you sure I’m the person for the job?”
Holy hell.
It was like four years ago.
Honestly, that wasn’t that long ago.
“Still, we need to put someone there who won’t be picked out of the crowd. We can’t use Zayn, Maura, Jagger, or Jinx,” Rogue said. “They are Marines, and we don’t know if Chevy knows about them. Plus, Maura is supposedly dead.”
He listened.
“Boone was a cop, and that mug of his draws attention.”
He laughed.
“My scar? Are you going there?” he asked, amused.
It didn’t bother him anymore when people discussed it. In fact, it gave him street cred as a Hunter, and chicks dug scars.
His wife thought it made him look like a pirate, and that got him laid.
A.
LOT.
Rogue continued.
“We can send Stella…”
Zayn shut that shit down.
That was not happening in this lifetime. They could put money on that. She was a doctor, not a mercenary. Plus, her shooting skills…
They were questionable at best.
“We cannot send my pregnant wife to sit outside a target’s house all by herself. That’s not happening,” he said. “I’ll lose my goddamn mind.”
He played the part, only he wasn’t playing.