“Barely a scratch,” she whispered. “Look, we have to find Gunner and Slade!” They were the priority, not her flesh wound.
Logan’s fingers curled around her good arm. “You were in the moonlight, walking on the beach?”
She knew where this was going. “Good thing he was a bad shot, huh?”
Logan didn’t speak.
“Incoming,” Cale murmured.
Then Gunner was there, rushing inside. “I heard gunfire!” His gaze flew to Sydney, dropped to her arm. “You’re hit!”
She pulled away from Logan. “It’s nothing.”
Slade followed behind him, rushing in just a few seconds later. His chest was heaving. “Shots...there were shots...”
She straightened her shoulders. “I think it’s safe to say that this location has been compromised.”
But Logan wasn’t saying that. Logan was staring at both Gunner and Slade, and she knew suspicion when she saw it.
Neither man was armed.
And Logan shouldn’t be suspicious of them.
Should he?
Where were they?
Her arm throbbed.
“We’re moving our departure up to now,” Logan snapped. “I’m calling in some favors and getting us the hell out of here.”
Gunner was glaring at her arm. Slade was breathing too hard, and a knot was forming in her stomach.
Because she wasn’t sure...why would a lone enemy follow them? Why just take shots at her and leave?
The attack almost felt...personal.
As her blood dripped onto the floor, Sydney realized that the danger from this mission was far, far from over.
* * *
FOUR WEEKS. FOUR weeks had passed since the team had come back to the United States.
Gunner stared down at the street below him. He was in D.C., at an office most wouldn’t ever know existed. He’d been called in, along with the rest of the Shadow Agents, for a briefing with the big boss himself, Bruce Mercer.
Four. Weeks.
Once they’d gotten back onto U.S. soil, Slade had been taken in by other EOD agents. He’d been sent to a hospital, examined, monitored.
And Sydney had been at his side.
His back teeth ground together.
Slade had insisted that Sydney come with him, even as his brother had yelled for Gunner to be investigated.
Locked up.
He’d tried to talk with Slade, over and over, but his brother wouldn’t answer his calls. His brother wouldn’t talk to him at all.