Rising (Anderson Special Ops #2) - Melody Anne Page 0,48

sure.”

“What they do for everyone, especially vets, is incredible,” Eyes said. “This place is phenomenal.”

“When will it all be done?” Sleep asked.

“It was done, but they keep adding more buildings when they see something they want or need,” Chad said. “That’s why they’re here today. That’s why Damien’s here. There are a lot of stories the Andersons are involved in, and if Damien turns out to be a monster, it’s going to hurt this incredible family more than I can say.”

“We’d better get to work then and do our job,” Sleep said, all business.

“Damien should be over at the current build site,” Eyes said as he looked down at his phone at a secure feed Brackish was sending over. “Yep, he’s there, wearing a white hard hat with an American flag decal on the side.”

Chad looked at him with confusion plastered all over his face.

“Brackish took control of a satellite and has it set on the coordinates of Damien’s phone. I’m sure that phone is sitting in Damien’s pocket, meaning we get to see exactly where Damien is.

The three men moved through the grounds of the facility and soon found the man they were looking for. They slipped on their special Bluetooth glasses Brackish had made for them with high-definition cameras giving a feed directly back to their tech genius. The glasses were dark enough that no one would see where their eyes were directed.

As they continued their surveillance, they noticed a woman between two men approach the building site.

“They look out of place,” Chad noted.

“Looking into them now,” Brackish said in their earpieces. “Why don’t you take a walk so you’re not sticking out?”

“Got it,” Eyes said. They’d scanned enough of the people at the site to give Brackish some time to work his magic. Now they could survey the center.

The men took the next hour to tour the facility, truly impressed with what the Andersons had done. The people both inside the buildings and walking the grounds seemed satisfied being there. Some were more injured than others and some didn’t look up at them, but others seemed happy, showing them the center was exactly where they needed to be.

By the time they circled back around, Damien had moved away from the building site and was walking with the woman Brackish hadn’t yet identified and what appeared to be her bodyguards.

“I don’t trust them,” Eyes whispered.

“Me neither. They scream dirty,” Sleep said.

“Do you have anything yet?” Chad asked into his mic.

“She’s important,” Brackish said. “She’s a new senator, recently elected under pretty damn suspicious terms. The person she replaced mysteriously died a month ago. Before she was senator no one had heard of her, and then bam, there she was. What’s even more suspicious, and why I’m taking so long, is there’s nothing on her from before a few months ago that’s legit. Yes, she has her social media pages, and yes, there are pictures going back, but it’s all fake. This doesn’t look good for Damien. Why in the hell is he with her? And who in the hell is she?”

Instead of sounding frustrated, Brackish sounded excited. He loved a challenge and apparently he’d been given one.

“Keep digging,” Chad told him.

Brackish laughed. “Duh.”

“You love to use that word,” Chad said with a roll of his eyes.

“That’s because it’s difficult living in this world when you’re as smart as me,” Brackish said.

“Are you ready for a party?” Eyes asked, stopping Chad and Sleep.

“What are you talking about?” Chad asked as he looked around, wondering what in the hell was wrong with his team.

Eyes stopped when they turned a bend and took off his glasses so Chad could look him in the eyes. “We trust each other, right, Chug?”

“Damn straight we do,” Chad easily replied.

“Then get ready,” Eyes said.

Before Chad could even blink, Eyes did a one-eighty and yelled. “D-Train!”

At those words, the group that was slightly ahead of them stopped. Damien Whitfield turned, looking as if he’d seen a ghost. He gazed at Eyes, lost for a moment, before recognition hit.

“Eyes?” Damien questioned.

Chad was stunned. He didn’t know what to say or do. How in the hell did Eyes and Damien know each other? What was going on?

“Just go with it, boss,” Brackish said in his earpiece. “Your heart rate is accelerating. Take a breath and wait this out. We don’t want to be accused of elder abuse.”

“I hate all of these gadgets you put on us,” Chad muttered in a hushed whisper. His reply was a chuckle in