Gracie - Sherry Foster Page 0,17
do in this business. Three, he is a monster. Four, we don’t know if he did something to turn you into a monster. Five, well, I don’t have a five yet, but give me a little bit and I will find one.”
Turning the car into the drive he pulled back into the parking space they had left just a bit ago and put the car in park. As he opened the door he said, “Let’s watch that footage from the other drone before we decide anything.”
Ten minutes later Gracie poured them both a shot. “I know I swore I wouldn’t touch another drink but, I think I deserve this.” Glass shattered as Halo knocked the drink from her hand.
“No. We are, as of right now, on a mission and we don’t drink on missions. I don’t care how much we need a drink. We can’t work with an alcoholic haze covering everything. Now. Get on your computer and let’s get started. First things first find out who owns the house they blew up. Next, find that jeep. When we find that jeep we will have an idea of where to look next. Check the airports. We have the plate number, track that plate and find out who owns the jeep. I don’t have to teach you how to track down a monster. Use what we taught you and let’s find one more monster. Now, you get started on the house and I will start on the jeep. Get cracking, mourn later.”
Gracie drew in a deep breath and nodded her head before turning to her computer. Halo sat beside her and fired up his computer. The only sound in the room was the tapping of computer keys and the mumbles and swearing of two professionals taking on one more monster and hoping they came out ahead.
Chapter Seven
The man, or more correctly, the shifter, reached up to scratch his beard as he waited for the rest of the agents to arrive. Over the last few weeks he had slowly wrapped up most of the missions the teams had going and transfered most of the team-members to other organizations with similar missions. He had kept his best agents on his payroll, or the payroll of the organization. Paperwork had been falsified in many cases and gone missing, deliberately, in other cases. Conrad had caused many problems for the organization and even with him locked up safely and his possessions forfeit it would take time to rebuild.
Money was missing and not a small amount. The loss of funds had made running the organization difficult the last few months. Landel thought Conrad had meant for the teams to be disbanded eventually anyway. The council may have Conrad, but millions of dollars were still unaccounted for and he needed that money. The organization needed the money.
He looked around the room at the few agents he had. Hendrix had pulled out of Africa and headed to, of all places, Marcus’s territory. He couldn’t say too much over the phone but Hendrix wasn’t a young shifter so he had to trust the man knew what he was doing. If the man had found some of their females he didn’t think he would have come back to the States so fast. As far as he was concerned the operation Hendrix and Jeffery had going could end where they left it. Maybe one day they could follow up but it wouldn’t be anytime soon.
Landel counted heads and nodded. Eight humans to settle not counting Jeffery who was in talks with Marcus. With Hendrix back in the States his teams were all back home. These last few agents were his last, the best his organization had. If they were shifters he would send them to Marcus but they weren’t and he couldn’t. Marcus took risks with his pack, adding humans to it, that Landel dared not try. Jeffery was the odd one and damn Samson for pulling him in, but Landel couldn’t say anything. Well, he had, but if Marcus was willing to consider adding the man to his teams then the risk was on Marcus. But Hendrix headed to Marcus was, well he had no explanation for that twist. Hendrix was Gammon’s and he couldn’t see Gammon letting the man go. He wasn’t sure what the history was behind the two men but there was something there.
“Alright. Everyone is here and I won’t waste your time droning on about shit you already know. I have shifted people, called in favors,