Page 92 of Ground Zero
“Answer it,” Sheridan said. “We need to know.”
He accepted the call, putting it on speaker. “Ty.”
“Maverick, are you okay?”
He glanced at the explosives in front of him, tension spreading through him. “Define okay.”
“Listen, the FBI is closing in on your location.”
“I know,” Maverick admitted. Then he made a split-second decision. “Ty, I found the explosives Sigma has been stockpiling. They’re at the old EOD training facility, and there’s enough to destroy the whole base.”
Silence. Then, “Are you certain?”
“I’m looking at them right now.”
“We’ve got to stop?—”
“I know.” Maverick’s instincts screamed a warning. “I can’t let Sigma use these. But there’s only me and Agent Mendez.”
“I can send backup.”
But before Maverick could say anything else or share more details, a shadow fell across the doorway. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
They spun toward the voice, their weapons rising.
Maverick expected to see Brass, or Sigma operatives, or even corrupt FBI agents.
He didn’t expect the woman standing in the doorway, holding a Glock 19 with practiced ease.
It was the woman from the helicopter.
Sheridan balked, her mind unable to process what she was seeing.
Rebecca Cameron stood in the doorway.
Danny’s widow.
The woman Sheridan had called to offer comfort.
The woman now pointing a gun at them.
“Rebecca?” The name came out strangled, disbelieving.
“Wait—Danny’s wife?” Maverick asked, clearly recognizing Rebecca from somewhere else.
“That’s right.” Sheridan’s jaw tightened. “The one and only. What are you doing here?”
“Finishing what I started.” Rebecca stepped into the warehouse, her weapon never wavering. The grieving widow was gone, replaced by someone cold and purposeful. “Or rather, finishing what Danny tried to stop.”
“You’re Sigma?” Sheridan’s voice cracked with betrayal.
This didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense.
She had to be seeing things. Rebecca couldn’t be involved in this.
Rebecca laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. “Sigma is just a name we use to make people feel like they’re part of something important.”
“Danny was a hero?—”
