Page 67 of The Team

Jay grinned at the phone. “I’m about to be a whole lot better in about half an hour, if you know what I mean. It’s been a long week, and we’ve had zero privacy.”

Yunho laughed. “Oh, you are so delightful.”

“Who ordered the amateur-hour comedian?” Rhett asked.

“Well, you’re not going to like this,” Yunho said. “It appears your handler, James Frankston, has been a very busy boy.”

Rhett’s eyes met Jay’s. “Frankston.”

Frankston, the man with one eye in the sky and one hand on his iPad. The same guy who had stepped Rhett and Milvus through all kinds of mission intel in real time. Given them directions, exits, names, numbers, descriptions.

Jay inhaled sharply. “That motherfucker.”

“Yes, indeed,” Yunho said. “He was half-clever but not clever enough. We’re onto him now, stripping his data.”

“Are we assigned?”

“Not yet. I’ll let you know if your services are required.” Yunho paused. “He should be taken in alive, all evidence secured so he can face trial. If he’s eliminated, it runs the risk of Milvus imploding completely and exposing you all. For cases such as these, there must be due process. From your side, anyhow.” Then he sighed. “If it comes down to you being compromised, we’ll do what we must.”

Which meant kill him. “Of course.”

“Director King has been notified.”

Rhett nodded. “What do we do now?”

“Sit tight. Get some sleep. You just bought two bottles of lube, did you not?”

Jay cocked his head. “You were watching?”

“And listening.”

“Listening?” Jay snorted. “Do me a favour. We’re gonna be busy for a few hours. Record it for me.”

Yunho laughed, but before he could agree, Rhett grumbled. “Yeah, I don’t think we need to do that.” Then Rhett gave Jay a playful swat. “We really appreciate your work on this for us. You saved our skins.”

“It’s my pleasure, darling,” Yunho said. “I will be in touch with news on Frankston. If we give him enough rope, he’ll hang himself soon enough, and we’ll be ready.” He sighed. “And for your own peace of mind, the canisters taken from Tehran have been logged by an MI6 secure facility and are being analysed as we speak. I’ll have the results as soon as they enter them.”

“Thanks. That’s good to know.”

But then Yunho paused.

“Anything else?” Rhett asked.

Another pause before Yunho sighed. “Something developing. We’re not sure what to make of it. It could be nothing, and you both need some rest. I’ll let you know if it becomes relevant.”

Rhett shrugged, clearly exhausted. “Roger that.”

“Talk soon.”

The call ended and Rhett let his head fall back with a groan. He was more than exhausted, physically and mentally. He had dark circles under his eyes, three-day growth, his short hair a mess from his helmet and from running his hand through it a hundred times in the lastfew days. “Fucking Frankston. Never liked that fucking weasel.”

Jay agreed wholeheartedly, but there was nothing they could do this minute. They needed proper rest and food, and Yunho would let them know if and when they had to move.

Jay sighed and stood in front of him. He took his hand. “You look tired, baby.”

“Is that your way of telling me I look like shit?”

Jay smirked and pressed his hips against Rhett’s and ran his hand down Rhett’s chest. “You’ve never been sexier to me,” Jay said. He cupped Rhett’s jaw and thumbed his cheek. “You need a hot shower, some food, and a mind-blowing orgasm. Then,” he added, “I’ll allow some napping, if you’re lucky, before more of those delicious orgasms and maybe some more food at some point.”

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