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my training,” he said. “I’m not leaving you there if you’re in danger. It sounds like the person who tried breaching the gate is in police custody, but I want to hear what updates the CO has for us.”
“Why would they come in the middle of the night anyway?” she asked. “That doesn’t even make sense. I know some people have overnight shifts, but most people work fairly regular hours.”
“I don’t know. I’ll call you in a little while, okay?”
“Okay. I’m fine here, Grayson,” she assured him. “Our building has security; you need to swipe your badge to get in—you know the drill. It’s not like anyone can just waltz in here unannounced.”
“That’s the whole damn problem,” he said in a low voice. “I’m concerned its someone who does have access.”
“Yeah, I see your point. I’ll be careful.”
They said their goodbyes and Grayson hung up the phone, feeling agitated.
“She all right?” Ethan asked.
“Yeah, it’s just—this whole thing is fucked up. Someone really knows she’s out here. I thought some of the texts could be bullshit, but now they’re escalating things. I don’t know why they’re targeting her, but apparently she knows something. Or they think she does.”
“Let’s head down to meet with the team. We’ll figure this out, and one of us can go over there today if need be.”
Ten minutes later, they were sitting around the bull pen waiting for their commander to enter. Ethan and Grayson had updated the other guys on the situation, and Raptor narrowed his gaze. “It must be someone she worked closely with in Bagram,” he said.
“What makes you think that?” Troy asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “It’s a big office, and lots of people went through there.”
“If someone was just passing through, they wouldn’t have said enough for her to overhear,” Blake said.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Troy countered. “There’s no telling what crazy thoughts are going through their head. She could’ve talked with them on the phone, emailed them, or seen them herself. Sat next to them in a meeting. The bottom line is they think she knows who they are and are putting her in danger.”
Grayson ground his teeth, glancing around at the other men. “She doesn’t think she knows anything though. That’s the whole damn problem.”
Blake looked at him, his eyes blazing. “Someone there had access to lots of information. They knew the movements of the servicemen who were killed before our arrival, they knew about our first op to get Sayed. Maybe she doesn’t personally sit in on meetings with the higher-ups, but she worked with IT, right? Hailey was an admin there and did some scheduling and administrative type support, but you said she also disseminated reports. The most highly classified items were only available to a select few.”
“That’s right,” Grayson agreed. “The general frequently sent things her way because she was efficient and reliable. And she was there an entire year—some people rotated in and out, so I think it was easier for him to have her take on that task.”
Logan looked at the two of them. “So, you’re thinking someone in IT is involved, and that they’re the traitor?”
Blake clenched his jaw, thinking. “It’s possible. I know they already interviewed many of the officers and contractors working in the general’s office. They had the higher-level clearances and were the direct recipients of those reports, but they even did a polygraph on two different people, and they were both clean.”
“But they didn’t look into the IT department,” Jackson said in a voice that was low and deadly.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Grayson said. “Of course, we’re not privy to everything that’s been investigated so far, but I know some of it from talking with the commander and Hailey.”
“Someone had access to information, possibly sold or gave it to the enemy, and they think Hailey can ID them,” Ethan said.
“I’ll ask her who she worked most closely with,” Grayson said. “I know she was interviewed about the bombing, but when they’re made aware of the most recent developments, they sure as shit better be diving deeper into this. You’d think IT would be the first people they’d investigate—they have the power to hack into everything. They can access it all.”
Commander Hutchinson walked into the bull pen then, glancing around at the men. His jaw was set and his eyes narrowed as everyone quieted. “I trust Ethan gave you a brief rundown on the incident this morning,” he said, cutting immediately to the chase.
“Yes, sir,” they