Page 409 of Chaos has a Name
“Let’s roll. Uriel, follow.”
He jogged back to the tail car, as quickly as he could. Then, Elizabeth buckled in.
They’d wasted ten minutes waiting, and she was ready to get to the bar and dig in.
Without another word, Ivan drove there, and she was thinking about how she wanted to handle this.
Elizabeth needed to do this the right way. There was no doubt she’d only get one shot at it.
As they arrived at the bar, there was a truck parked on the side, and another in front.
From the looks of it, the owner was inside because they could hear laughter coming from the building.
Ethan came over the vest.
“Please be careful. You know what happens every time Callen and I go into a bar on this reservation.”
She just laughed.
“Oh, no, a fight. I hope there’s not one of those,” she joked, cracking her knuckles.
Ethan just sighed.
“I think you sent me to the office so I couldn’t make sure my wife didn’t raise a shit ton of hell in my absence.”
No, she sent him there because if Gryphen dove onto him, he could harm his back. She’d say this was a stretch, but since it just happened…
And she knew he’d had a rough night.
It was her way of protecting him without him knowing what she was doing.
That would piss him off.
“She’s going to be on her best behavior, isn’t she?” Callen asked, wanting his wife to not stir the pot too much.
After the little gun-fire incident, and the arrow nearly hitting her head, he was pretty much done with this place.
God.
He hoped they got out of here soon.
Coming back was fun to visit, or see their donations in action, but it wasn’t fun when some Native had it in for you.
The Hollowwas batshit insane.
When they got out, she pointed at security.
“This is going to go so much easier if you stay here,” she admitted. “It’s bad enough with me, but the last thing we need is more Caucasians not Blackhawks shaking down the Natives.”
Ivan pointed at her.
“If you get into a goddamn fistfight, I’m calling your boss. I don’t care if you get angry at me. When we get out of here, you can go cause a fight in a normal bar.”
She snorted.
You knew the man was desperate when he was offering up that option.
“I can’t start a fight. The Chief of Police will arrest me,” she stated.
