Page 51 of SEAL's Sunshine
The men nodded in unison, but the women exchanged looks and Miranda was sure they were thinking the same thing she was, that it sounded too dangerous.
“I don’t like waiting around,” Murph complained.
“None of us do, but we have to give Tex and Chrissy time to see what they can find out. The more we know the better. How many times have we bitched about the lack of intel?”
“Too fucking many,” Rafe answered. Re-thinking the whole scotch ideas as her stomach churned, she wondered what that meant for their missions. Losing Cam wasn’t an option she wanted to think about, even though she knew it was a real possibility. But if someone in the government screwed up and she found out about it, they’d be sorry.
“Everyone good?”
“I don’t like this at all,” Meghan said.
Rafe looked surprised and covered the hand she had resting on her mug. “It’ll be okay. It sounds much worse than it is.”
“It sounds like a fucked up plan to me. Using anyone as bait is not acceptable.”
“If that’s what it takes to make sure no one is hurt, then that’s what we do,” Jake answered. “It’s what we always do—whatever it takes to get the mission done.”
“But this isn’t one of your missions. Can’t you just let the police do their job?”
“Sure we could do that, but I don’t want to sit in the house and worry about you every time you step out the door,” Rafe said. “It’s just too dangerous to wait. Not when we have other options.”
The air deflated from Meghan’s argument when he made it about her, and Miranda couldn’t fault her for it either. What could they say? Chrissy had been quiet, and Miranda wondered what she was thinking, and which side of the argument she agreed with.
“Are we good now? Anything else that needs to be discussed?” Jake asked as he looked around the table.
“What about Chrissy’s phone?” Ryan asked.
“What about my phone?”
“Right, thanks for the reminder. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to put a tracker on your phone.”
“What the fuck for? Why would you need to track me?”
“It’s more of a precaution. We have them in Meghan and Miranda’s phones too.”
Meghan nodded. “Tex sent me one when I went to Afghanistan and thank God too. Or Rafe never would have found me.”
“Okay I get that, but why do you need it now?”
“It’s a precaution. If something goes sideways, Tex can locate you. I promise we’re not stalking you.”
Chrissy sighed. It was apparent she didn’t like the idea, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad one. “Do you have them too?”
Jake looked surprised at the question. “No, of course not. We’re special operators that’s a big fuck no.”
“It’s a double standard then?” Miranda asked. “Couldn’t something happen to you just as easily?”
“But we’re together most of the time and there are safeguards built in.”
“Fine,” Chrissy said as she handed Jake her phone. “But after this shit is done, it’s coming out. If I want to run naked through the streets of Williamsburg it’s none of your fucking business.”
“Well fuck, if you’re going to do that, can you call me first? I want to watch,” Murph said.
“If I wanted you to know, I’d leave the fucking tracker in.” Ryan looked relieved at Chrissy’s answer and Miranda hid her smile. How could she not see that Ryan was interested in her?
“I’ll let you know if I hear anything from Tex.”
“And I’ll let Jake know when the results come back. It’s the weekend so I’m not sure how fast it will be,” Chrissy said as she got up from the table. “I’m out of here.” Then she whispered something to Meghan as she passed her on the way out.
