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CHAPTER TWO
Bryon listened to the police scanner as his world fell apart. He stared at Carter and Trenton as they sat across from him in the computer room of the STK house.
"Suspect in custody," the officer said over the radio.
"Fuck!" Bryon paced the room, his heart pounding as he tried to stay calm. He knew this would happen sooner or later. They had plans for when it did, but hearing Dyson's name come across the police radio as the officers called in to run a search for priors was hitting him hard.
"Bryon, we'll handle this." Carter sounded calm, but Bryon saw the tension in the lines around his eyes.
"Call everyone. I need everyone aware of what is going on. Send out code silver. They all know what that means." Bryon stared at the computers, wishing they had some sort of video to hack into so they could see what was happening. The one time they needed someone in the area to have home security cameras, none of them did.
"On it." Carter started texting the rest of the team members, sending out a group alert.
"How did this happen?" Bryon fisted his hands at his sides, wanting to punch the wall. It was his job to make sure the team stayed safe. He prided himself on the fact that they did this without getting caught. It had been years, and not once had this happened.
"Neighbor called it in. Said it looked like someone was breaking in. Police parked in the lot, not near the trailer. Dyson wouldn't have seen the lights flashing. I don't know where he was when they caught him or what he was doing. I'm not even sure he finished what he was there to do."
"Did he have time?" Bryon asked.
Carter nodded. "He should have been done and on his way out if I timed it right. I mean, I'm always a little off. Shit happens in there I can't expect, but going from Dyson's other times, he had time to finish the job, just not enough time to get out."
"Fuck!" Bryon pinched his brow. "Carter, do we have everything ready to deal with this?"
"Yeah, if it works. He's going to have to deal with a couple days at least in there with no contact. I can't risk doing anything right away. They'll be watching for anyone connected to him."
"I know." Bryon sat down in one of the chairs. "Fuck!" He hated leaving Dyson on his own. It wasn't as if it was Dyson's first visit to jail, but this was a lot heavier than a drunk and disorderly or a fight at some club. This was a prison sentence waiting to happen. A long prison sentence. "Let's hope his car and home are clean. We all get comfortable and leave stuff around." He trained the guys not to have anything connected to each other anywhere that the police could find it just in case they were caught.
"I've already sent a signal to his personal phone and the STK phone he has on him. I've sent a virus into the phone that should delete and scrub everything, then another that should fry the phone so no one can pull any information off them. As for his home, let's hope. I've never been to Dyson's, so I have no idea what he does there."
"Not much." Bryon gave a half laugh. "He sleeps, eats, plays basketball at the rec center, and has sex. Since Xander got married, Dyson hasn't really had much motivation. If it wasn't for the team, I'd hate to see where he ended up. The man is dealing with demons."
"I've always figured that all the sex was a way to deal with something," Trenton said as he swiveled his chair to look at them.
"He's had a tough life." Bryon sighed. "Anything new?"
"Police are on the scene. They're on radio silence about what was found at the home, but that's normal with all our castrations. I've hacked in and am following all the information coming from the scene and he did finish the job. They have called for an ambulance, and have the thumb drive. I guess at least we know he got him before he was arrested. Not that it's going to help his case. He's going to face charges for every damn castration that's happened since we started doing this."
"We'll take care of it, Bryon," Carter insisted.
"Yeah, but he's not going to like it." Bryon hated the thought of one of his guys going through this. He'd sacrifice himself and take the charges if it kept his team safe. These guys were like brothers to him.
"It's better than facing life in prison." Trenton went back to typing on his computer.
"I'm not so sure for Dyson it will be." He stood and walked out of the room, needing to get away from everything for a few minutes.
This couldn't be happening, not to Dyson. He was so careful. The others, they sometimes got careless, but Dyson was focused, he knew his job. He was good at it. The best.
Bryon pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and leaned against the counter trying to figure out a way to save Dyson from his fate. He hated he couldn't contact him in jail, wouldn't be able to get him messages and let him know the team was there for him.
The door burst open and Noam and Kasey rushed in, both turning into the kitchen when they saw Bryon there.
"What happened?" Kasey asked.
Bryon hated looking into Kasey's eyes. It was like he'd let the team down. Deep down, he was sure Kasey didn't blame him, but that didn't matter, it was his job to keep the team safe. "I don't know. A neighbor was up, saw him through a window. Thought he was breaking into the trailer next door."
"Now what?" Noam asked.
Kasey sat down at the table. "He sits there until things calm down, then we will try to help him."
