The Omega Team: Cyber Tracked: The Cobra Project (Kindle Worlds Novella) (IATO Series Book 4) by Eliza March Page A

she said and almost smiled. She promised to buy him the toothbrush and said he wouldn’t need the underwear. So far she’d been right. It kept slowing things down.
    “Cade are you there? I said, right nothing to build a case on but…” Jason’s voice brought Cade back to the situation. “Could be terrorist activity or jumpy nerves.”
    Cade agreed, and then he repeated what his brother said to Reinhardt and Rowan. The big man shook his head and Rowan shrugged. “Reinhardt doesn’t believe it’s jumpy nerves.”
    “Hmm…the problem is if it is a print, it’s not yours. Right? So be extra cautious until I get there with a few of our guys.”
    “You have an ETA? I’d like an idea when you are getting here.”
    “2100 hours,” Jason said. “You may as well take turns standing guard and throw in a few trip wires and snares around the perimeter while you can.”
    “Done. Reinhardt looks like he came prepared by the look of his equipment bag.” Cade clicked off and shouted over to Mosel, “What do you have in there for perimeter defense?”
    “Enough.” Mosel opened the bag and began unpacking right in the entry. Cade joined him and Rowan looked over his shoulder.
    “You told him you needed supplies?” he asked Rowan.
    “Certainly. I have equipment in the house, but you can never have too much. It’s not as if you can travel commercial with these sorts of things.”
    Cade stood speechless while she pulled a Beretta from the bag, loaded it, checked the slide action, and popped it in her waistband like a pro.
    She was a pro. He kept forgetting.
    Her phone rang. “It’s Groot.” She asked a few questions, spoke to him for a few more minutes, and hung up.
    “I have a few system checks I want to run at the business office.” When the computer pinged, she accessed it then it requested another password. Cautious. Rowan grabbed a stack of papers and excused herself, announcing she had work to do. “I’m going to the secured office to check the central processing unit.”
    “Where is that in reference to this location?” Cade asked.
    “Here, you can log on here and find me wherever I am.” Turning back to the computer, she ran a system scan then waited for the results. The blank screen took a while to pull up the options. “Here’s a vid link to all the halls, here are all the office interiors,” she said, tapping buttons and going through the system with Cade, “and here are all the perimeter cams. I’m going…here.” She pinpointed where he could find her with her finger.
    The location was down a back corridor, then through a lobby area that opened to the exterior. The compound was closed for the night so no one would be coming or going unless they passed through security. Okay, he felt better flipping through all the cameras, knowing she wasn’t out of sight.
    “Hey, I can’t get a vid feed on this location.” He tapped the room where she intended to go on the desk map.
    “No, you can’t. That’s my private office.”
    “You’re going to disappear into some office where I can’t see or protect you?”
    “Yes. It’s secure.” She pulled out her gun. “And so am I.” Tilting her head in Mosel’s direction she said, “Tell him, Reinhardt.”
    “She’s checked out. The security is tight.”
    “I’m supposed to trust his opinion? Someone left the damn backdoor open. Don’t talk to me about secure,” Cade snapped and slammed his phone on the desk. “I need a weapon.”
    He rummaged around inside Reinhardt’s bag while Rowan and Mosel watched him pull out a Remington 12 gauge shotgun. “Reinhardt, I need a Glock .40 S&W, 10 mm and…”
    “On the left.”
    Cade found what he was looking for and suddenly felt a little more relaxed.
    “Feel better?” Rowan asked with a smirk on her face. “Having a little separation anxiety from your weapons, Mr. James?”
    “Smart ass.” Cade pulled her against him and laid a big one on her, forgetting Reinhardt was watching.
    As soon as