Page 53 of The Team

King put his hand up. “They don’t know we know. To them, on paper, the mission was a success. Askarov and Gordian were removed, our agents extracted, and the threat of biowarfare was neutralised.”

“But they know they didn’t give us the information,” Sid countered.

“Let them admit that,” Rhett said, now joining the conversation. Jay could tell by the set of Rhett’s jaw, the thunderous storm in his grey eyes that he was beyond pissed. “I want them to say that shit to my face.”

King almost winced, raising his hand for calm. “We need to be smart about this. We need evidence. Hard evidence. Undeniable proof before we say or do anything.”

Rhett’s nostrils flared.

King relented. “And then we rain down an unholy shitstorm.”

Rhett seemed somewhat mollified by that.

King took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “For full transparency, the cannisters of the bioagent were secured by MI6.” He put his hand to his chest. “I called them. I have many trusted contacts within MI6, and I made that judgement call. I will take full responsibility for that when the council wants to know why.”

The truth was, he’d made the right call. Jay knew that. Hell, everyone here knew that. With the Russians and Americans in a race to get to it first, and with someone on the Milvus council desperate for it, there was no other choice.

Unless they’d prefer it handed directly over to the Iranian government...

They were, after all, still in Tehran.

“When do we leave?” Jay asked.

King checked his watch. “Fourteen hundred.” That meant they had about thirty minutes. “Pack it all up, and let’s get out of here.”

Rhett stepped closer to Jay. He still had an edge of anger to him—steely eyes and a hard set of his jaw that Jay would normally find a huge turn on, but not right now.

Something was wrong.

“What did Asher say?” Jay whispered when no one was paying any attention.

Rhett’s gaze went to his. “He thinks we have a mole on the team,” he murmured so only Jay could hear.

Jay couldn’t believe it. “This team?”

“Ouston,” King barked. “Giardello. With me.”

Fuck.

Rhett growled and stalked off after King, Giardello falling in quickly behind him as they walked out, while Jay stared at the door they’d passed through.

Everyone was busy with their gear, with the instruction to be ready to bug out.

But Jay couldn’t move. He was stunned.

A mole.

The threat wasn’t just inside Milvus. It was inside the Milvus team.

No way.

No fucking way.

Jay looked around at his team. His family. Not his blood family, but his sworn family. Azrael confidently repacking her artillery, her long blonde ponytail swingingwith every movement. Echo closing up his laptop hardcases, flicking latches. Sid shoving surveillance gear into cases, and Yin...

Yin checking his phone.

What the fuck?

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