Stealth Ops Series Box Set

by Brittney Sahin

  “Whatever Samir’s planning is in Virginia or D.C., I’m guessing.” Owen started for the door. “I’ll round up the rest of the team.”

  Asher looked to his left at Liam. “Samir’s going to use an IED. Kill himself, probably. But where?”

  “This was a last-minute change since his plans fell through,” Liam said. “I doubt he’s targeting any specific events now.”

  “Gotta be a government target, given the location.” Asher pulled up a file on the woman in Virginia, and a few seconds later, Luke and the rest of Bravo and Echo entered the office, crowding the place. They stood before his desk, all eyes on him.

  Not Jessica, though. Laptop in hand, she dropped down at the table off to the side of the men and started working right away.

  “What do we have?” Luke asked.

  Asher explained what he discovered and waited for a response from Luke. When Luke didn’t speak, he said, “If the Feds pick her up, we’ll lose our lead on Samir. So, what do you suggest?”

  “If we withhold this intel from the FBI, they’ll probably arrest us.” Luke’s hands landed on his hips.

  “I need to call Samantha. If it’s a D.C. hit . . .” Owen cupped the back of his neck and turned toward the door.

  “Emily,” Liam added, drawing the team’s attention. “She lives there, too, right?” He coughed into a closed fist.

  “The hit will be personal,” Jessica said softly, as if in thought—her mind calculating.

  Asher considered her words. “Instead of combing through security footage at the airport in Cairo, maybe we check all incoming flights from Egypt into the Virginia area?”

  “On it,” she said without glancing his way.

  “How fast can we get to Virginia?” Liam asked.

  “The drive will take too long. A commercial flight just as bad.” Luke rubbed at his beard. “Eva’s brother Harrison is in town. I can see if we can borrow his private jet and get a last-minute flight scheduled with the FAA.”

  “Are we telling Rutherford about this woman or not?” Knox looped his thumbs into his front pockets and observed him.

  Luke glanced at Jessica, but she kept her eyes on the screen. She removed a hand from the keyboard only to shift her glasses before returning her fingers to the keys.

  “It’s possible the exchange was made. Samir may already have the materials needed to make an explosive device,” Asher said.

  Luke nodded in agreement. “So we turn this woman’s name over to the FBI, and we focus on Samir and his mom.”

  “Works for me,” Wyatt said.

  “In twenty-four hours, this ends.” Luke whistled out a low breath. “And then we’re all taking a vacation.”

  “You just took two months off,” Wyatt said with a laugh.

  Luke brought his phone to his ear. “Yeah, well, I’m thinking I’m gonna need two more.”

  After a few minutes, the guys left the office, leaving Asher and Jessica alone.

  “You good with the plan?” Asher strode closer to where she worked.

  She removed her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose before finding his eyes. “Yeah. We go to Virginia. Stop an attack.” Her tongue traced a line over her bottom lip.

  “But are you okay with coming? With being so close to all of this?”

  “I went to Austria, didn’t I?” She closed her laptop and rose.

  “Yeah, and we needed you then—”

  “And you need me now.” She crossed her arms, defiance glinting in her eyes.

  “But if the ship goes down, I don’t want you going with it.”

  “What does that even mean?”

  He lifted his hands and edged a step away from the table. “We’ve broken Command’s orders twice now. Three strikes, and we might be out.”

  “You think I’m worried about that?” She circled the table and stood before him.

  “I also don’t want to see you getting hurt,” he admitted, his mind racing back to Berlin. To the s-vest.

  “I just want this to be over.” She lifted her eyes to the ceiling, and he observed the movement of her throat. When her eyes raced back to his a second later, her pupils dilated ever so slightly.

  He gently gripped her bicep, and her arms relaxed at her sides. His eyes remained steady on hers, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Years of banter, and now the words were stuck in his throat.

  “I’m not ready to talk about . . .” She let her words fade into the air.

  He released his hold of her arm and blinked a few times, worry about his own decisions cutting through him. He cleared his throat and shook his head. “That’s okay. I don’t think I’m ready to talk either.”

  A chill blew down Asher’s back as he stared at the woman. It’d been six-plus years since he’d seen her, and he wasn’t sure if she remembered him.

  But the narrowing of her brown eyes as she studied him suggested a glimmer of recognition.

  “Why are you doing this?” Fatima’s English had improved over the years, but had she changed, like her son? Did she now support terrorism?

  Jessica and Asher remained alone with her in the room at the safe house, just two klicks east of downtown Arlington. Luke was hoping she’d feel more comfortable around familiar faces.

  “Do you know your son killed Ara?” Jessica’s arms were locked tight across her chest as she stood in a wide stance alongside Asher.

  She swept her fingers through her long, dark hair. It was normally covered, but Samir must’ve asked her to lose her hijab to better blend in with the crowd when they’d arrived in Dulles yesterday. Either that, or she’d made the decision herself when they’d separated at the airport.

  After identifying Fatima’s taxi, Jessica had convinced the driver to pinpoint where he’d dropped her off. Thank God, she’d still been at the motel in Virginia.

  She was probably waiting for Samir’s contact to pick her up.

  Jessica reached inside the computer bag by her boots and retrieved a set of photos. “He had her shot right in front of me—before her body was blown up.”

  It couldn’t be easy for Jessica to voice those words, or for her to hand the images over to Fatima, but she did it. Somehow, she did it.

  So. Damn. Tough.

  “That’s all that was left of your niece.” Jessica’s voice was composed, and he knew she was doing her best to keep it that way. “He hired an assassin to kill her, and it’s your fault.”

  “No.” She shoved the photos off her lap, and they fluttered to the floor.

  “You pushed Ara to give you her location,” Jessica began, “and when she wouldn’t give it to you, you faked being sick to draw her out. What happened to you? To your son? What changed?”

  The woman was quiet for a moment, her eyes dropping to the images on the floor. “I lost my husband. My brother. Friends. Cousins. And eight months ago, I lost my eldest son.” Her voice wavered, and when she looked up, her eyes brimmed with tears.

  “And you’re about to lose your other one,” Asher said in a low voice. “He’s going to kill himself, and for what? For whom?”

  Fatima’s lower lip trembled.

  Jessica averted her attention to the ceiling in the small interrogation room. “He won’t even make it to his twenty-first birthday, because when the police find him—and stop him—they’ll put a bullet in his head. They won’t hesitate.”

  Asher glanced over at Jessica. Her eyes were focused back on Fatima.

  “Maybe you didn’t know everything he was planning, but I believe you don’t want your son to die.” Jessica’s booted feet edged closer to her, and she crouched before the woman. “Help me, and I’ll do my best to ensure he doesn’t end up in a body bag like his brother.”

  Fatima closed her eyes. “The war has gone on long enough. There are too many bodies. No one to stop it.”

  “And you think killing innocent Americans will help save Syrian ones?” Asher bit down on his back teeth, attempting to control the curl of anger wrapping tight in his chest, threateni
ng to unleash.

  “Samir was never supposed to die.”

  “No,” Jessica whispered. “He planned a chemical attack, like the kind used on women and children by your own president. Samir wanted us to suffer the way your country has.” She stood upright and glimpsed Asher over her shoulder before returning her gaze to Fatima. “But I don’t think it’s too late to stop him. To save him.” Fatima didn’t speak, so Jessica continued, “I can’t begin to imagine what you and your people have gone through. But killing people—your son taking his own life—won’t end the pain and suffering in your country.”

  “It’ll do the opposite,” Asher said. “It could make things a lot worse.” He surveyed the woman. Her shoulders were breaking into a full-on tremble.

  “Someone has to pay.” Tears began to slip down her cheeks. “Who will pay?”

  Jessica briefly shook her head. “I don’t know. But when I met you and Samir, you were good people. I saw it in your eyes, in the warmth of your gestures. You invited me into your home. We broke bread together.” She paused for a beat. “Don’t do this.”

  Asher couldn’t take his eyes off Jessica as she spoke. His heart was drumming hard in his chest. She was getting through to her; he could feel it. He could see it in Fatima’s eyes.

  But he could also see something in Jessica—forgiveness, maybe? She was allowing her emotions to guide her through the line of questioning, which hadn’t been typical of her in the past. Was she changing? Opening up?

  “You’re not these people. Tell me where your son is so I can stop him from hurting anyone else.” Jessica knelt before her again, and this time, she reached for her hand.

  The woman looked up at Asher, took a breath, and then found Jessica’s eyes. “You won’t be able to stop him, I’m afraid. He won’t back down for you. He’s still just a boy. It’s hard for him to understand his own pain,” she cried. “He’s hurting.”

  Jessica stood again and glanced at Asher. He gave her a slight nod—knowing what she was thinking. “But, Fatima, maybe he’ll stop for you?”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  “What’s your position?” Rutherford asked.

  “We’re almost to Langley. He may not be there yet, but he’s en route,” Jessica answered as she looked into the mirror to reposition the short red wig; she didn’t need anyone from the CIA recognizing her.

  “You should’ve handed his mother over to us.” The line crackled from Rutherford’s heavy breathing.

  “Everything happened quickly when we got here. We had to move on the intel,” Luke said as he drove, sitting alongside Jessica in the front of the Chevy Tahoe. Fatima was with Asher, Owen, Liam, and Knox in the other SUV following behind them. Echo was in the third vehicle.

  “She’d never have talked to you,” Jessica added. “Not in time, at least.”

  “Well, if Samir really thinks he’s going to waltz into Langley and blow himself up, he’s out of his goddamn mind.” Rutherford was quiet for a moment. “Our people are in position if he shows,” he added. “You can stand down.”

  “Sir, with all due respect, no.” Luke glanced at Jessica. “We promised his mother we’d keep him alive if possible.”

  “If he approaches the building with a bomb strapped to his chest, what do you think we’re going to do?” Rutherford sputtered.

  “Let us talk to him,” Luke said with a plea to his tone. “We can try and get him to back off.”

  Samir’s mom was right. He was still practically a kid.

  Maybe he didn’t deserve saving after everything he’d done, but it also wasn’t her decision to make, was it?

  “You may have gotten his mom to talk, but we’re dealing with a loose cannon here,” Rutherford hissed. “Your words. Remember?”

  Her eyelashes fluttered as memories from her past operation—the reason why they were even in this situation—clouded her mind.

  There’s no place for emotions in this job. No feelings. I thought you of all people understood that, her boss at the time had said after she’d requested the agency help Ara and the others in Aleppo.

  This isn’t an emotional request. It’s about what’s right. We promised to help them in exchange for information. They won’t have a chance at survival if they stay here. And anyone who supports or protects Ara will be targeted: her cousins, her friends. She’d pleaded her case.

  I’m sorry. Request denied, he’d responded.

  After, she’d caught a plane out of Aleppo and never even said goodbye to Asher. And when the dust had settled, she’d returned to help the girls—telling herself it had nothing to do with her emotions and everything to do with keeping a promise made.

  But she’d lied to herself, hadn’t she? She had cared. And helping Ara over the years, teaching the girls . . . it was because she did have a heart. She’d tried to convince herself otherwise over the years, and for what? For whom?

  She pressed a hand to her stomach as the realization continued to light a fire inside of her. I’m not cold. “I’m not like you,” she whispered. “I tried to be. I thought I had to be.”

  “What?” Rutherford’s word snapped through the line.

  Her gaze winged to the phone. “I—”

  “If anyone dies today other than Samir, you’re done,” Rutherford cut her off. “All of you. Understood?”

  “Roger that.” Luke ended the call.

  “I’m going to make things right,” she said as her brows drew together. “Or I’m going to die trying.”

  Luke slowed the vehicle at her words, and she glimpsed Asher in the side-view mirror in the SUV behind them. “Samir’s not in the right state of mind, Jess. There’s a really good chance the only way we’ll be able to stop him is with a bullet.”

  “You have to give me a chance. All of this is my fault.”

  “No, it’s not. You can’t blame yourself.”

  She took a steadying breath. “I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t at least try.” Her hand trembled atop her thigh, and she rested her other over it to hide the slight shake.

  “After Berlin, I can’t risk . . .” He pressed his foot back onto the pedal at normal speed. “Under no circumstances am I letting you put yourself in danger.”

  “This is what we do.”

  “No, it’s what I do. What Owen, Asher, and the others do. Not you.” His jaw tightened. “I never agreed to you being in the line of fire when you convinced me to start this team six years ago. And it’s something I’ll never support.”

  She exhaled through her nose. “That’s how you do it, huh?”

  “Do what?”

  Her gaze skated to his face, to his brows drawing inward. “Work with me. You were never worried about me getting hurt because you made sure to keep me behind the scenes.”

  “What’s wrong with that? You’re my sister. Not a SEAL. You’ve never been in combat.”

  “But I have field training. I’ve killed people, Luke. I’m not some innocent woman. I’m not just a brain.” She leaned the base of her skull against the headrest.

  “Bravo. Echo. We’d all fucking die for you. But under no circumstances are you allowed to die for us.”

  Her body tensed at his words. “My life doesn’t matter more than any of yours.”

  “Jessica,” he said nearly under his breath and pulled the Tahoe off the road.

  She could hear the screech of the tires from the other two vehicles behind them as they rolled to a hard stop. “What are you doing? We need to go.” Her tongue pinned to the roof of her mouth.

  He shifted in his seat and draped his arm over the wheel. “I’m not going anywhere with you, not if you think I’m going to let you risk your life. Not today. Not ever.” He bowed his head, blocking his eyes. “I’ll pull the team back and let the Feds maintain control.”

  “No.” She scrubbed her hands down her face. How had she let this conversation get away from her like this? She knew in her heart she might be the only one able to stop Samir and save him from an early death.

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bsp; She looked to Luke’s side window and found Asher standing there.

  Luke looked up, followed her gaze, and rolled down the window. “We’re turning around.”

  Asher glanced at Jessica before focusing on Luke. “Why? We’re a minute away.”

  “Because she thinks she’s made of steel,” Luke rasped, clutching the wheel.

  Asher’s eyes closed and his mouth pressed into a tight line. He was thinking, his mind racing. She could see it happening. Feel it.

  And then he asked, “If Samir shows, did Rutherford give us the go-ahead to approach?” His eyes opened now, and his shoulders arched back.

  “Yeah, with a condition. We don’t fuck it up, or we’re out of a job.” Luke released the wheel and leaned back in his seat.

  The corners of Asher’s lips depressed, his eyes thinning. He was quiet for a moment, as if fighting some internal battle, before he said, “Jessica’s our best bet, then.”

  She took quick, shallow breaths as she caught his gaze.

  “She’s part of the team. If she says she can do it, then we have to let her.” There was real pain gliding through his tone, but he was making the right call for the sake of the mission.

  “Thank you,” she mouthed, trying to fight the quiver in her lip.

  “No.” Luke shook his head and looked at her.

  She reached for his forearm and gripped it. “How many times have you used yourself as bait? Hell, you used Knox just the other day.” She swallowed. “I even used Eva. Remember?”

  His forehead tightened at the mention of his fiancée. “This is different. This is approaching a man who may be a walking IED. And we just got you out of an s-vest; I’m not about to let you go stand in front of another one.”

  “She’s always had our backs in the field,” Asher said, a rough texture to his tone. “What makes you think we won’t have hers?”

  Luke pulled his arm free of her grip and dragged his palms down his face. “How can you, of all people, suggest putting her in danger?”

  Her pulse spiked higher when Asher’s eyes touched upon her face. This wasn’t easy for him, but the man came through for her. And it was time she accepted that he always would—regardless of emotions. Maybe even because of them, something she hadn’t realized until today.