All Chapters of Aegis Group Task Force: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Wednesday. Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Washington, DC.LOGAN LEANED AGAINST THE hangar and peered back toward where the others were. He didn't want to return to them. That was too much distance between himself and where Kelsey was potentially."What makes you think he's here?" Zora asked."I've seen one Everest Security guy here making rounds. There's also at least four men guarding the plane. The front hatch is open. It's like they're waiting.""Pull back and let's make a plan."Logan bit the inside of his mouth.Did he go with his gut? Or did he follow orders? Could he rely on himself to make the best decisions right now?"Logan?""I hear you. Zora, I can't trust myself right now." He tipped his head up and stared at the horizon with its thin line of gray light."What do you mean?""Kelsey and me, we got close. You were right.""I know. Well, I suspected. You care about her. That's good. Healthy even. And so long as I can keep counting on you t

Wednesday. Unknown.SKILTON CLASPED HIS BOUND hands around his knee and waited.The room was chilly and bland, giving nothing away. Most people might find the stark surroundings unsettling. He saw it as a blank canvas.He hadn't been in custody in quite some time. It would be interesting to find out if there were any new tricks of the trade.The minutes dragged on.He should have dealt with the Task Force the moment he heard about it. Ignoring them left him blind to their attacks.His second mistake was dividing his attention once he'd come to the US. He'd been prepared to handle one thing, not two. Dividing his efforts like he had spread his resources too thin.What could he have done better? How could he have changed actions for a better outcome?Skilton wasn't sure he could have. The pressure on him was immense.He stared at the gleaming metal table.They hadn't read him his rights or offered him a lawyer. This must be a black site then. CIA? FBI? They all ble

Volume 6: Targeted RiskWednesday. Place, Miami, Florida.QUENTIN JOON SAT BEHIND the wheel of his rented car, staring at the glare of the sun off the chrome finishes on the dashboard. His insides were in turmoil. He hadn't known a peaceful moment since he'd learned that his CIA partner and mentor was a traitor to the country they'd vowed to protect. Had been for probably all of his career. It was a betrayal he was having difficulty stomaching.How long had it been going on?How many times had he been fooled?When was the last time he'd eaten?Mentally, he grabbed his thoughts, holding them tight and refocused. He'd had a single-minded focus these last few weeks, even missing Christmas and New Year's with his family. His sisters had sent enough angry texts that he knew he was in hot water. They just had no idea what was going on. What he was doing. The moment he'd landed in Miami, his thoughts had scattered.It was probably because of Candi Gonzalez.Just thinking

As best as Candi had been able to figure out, Nadine had been at this game for a long time.Candi didn't have concrete evidence. There wasn't any because Nadine knew how to clean up after herself. It was the holes that had given her away. A few of them would have been understandable. But there were so many blind spots and coincidences in Nadine's career that Candi couldn't turn a blind eye to it. But one day that woman was going to trip up and Candi would be there to document it.Her fingers few over the keyboard. If her brother caught her looking into Nadine again, he'd boot her off his sofa. That would be inconvenient as hell. In a pinch she could do an extended stay hotel, but that wasn't ideal.Living in Miami wasn't where she'd seen herself, but this was where the job was. Networking wasn't a strength for her. She'd been worse when she'd first been out on her own. It was a skill she'd picked up out of necessity, but that didn't mean she was good at it.Candi's insides squi

Wednesday. Branchville, NJ.NADINE PUSHED AGAINST THE ground, gently rocking the chair using her toes. She tugged the fuzzy blanket up just under her chin and stared out at Culver Lake. These planned respites were important if she wanted to keep her strength up. One of the things she'd learned about early in her career was the need to pace herself. She didn't have the brute strength of her colleges. She had to play the game smarter.That was why always having a plan was important. Without it she'd have been caught days after her initial escape. The fact that she hadn't was all due to her plan. Of course, it was ultimately a matter of when someone would catch up to her. With any luck, by then she'd be so imbedded within Metis that she couldn't be touched.She closed her eyes, unable to hold back the weariness any longer.All the traveling was taking its toll on her, but she'd hit every aspect of her plan up until now. She just had to stay on track.The one thing she could n