All Chapters of Aegis Group Task Force: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Nine weeks later. Monday. Task Force Headquarters, Washington, DC.EVAN FASTENED THE TOP button of his suit and clipped the name badge on his lapel. The logo was for a fictional company that existed, but served as the front for the Task Force operations out of a DC office building. The move to DC had been as quick as Zain warned them. Unfortunately, their job was a lot of hurry up and wait broken up with odd jobs that made little to no sense at all. Most days Evan was a glorified chauffer. To date, they'd only done one real operation, and that had been a near disaster.Today's summons to the headquarters for a briefing was likely more nothing, but Evan couldn't shake the hope that they might get to do something.He pocketed his phone, a notepad and pen, his keys then did a last look over the apartment. Each of the guys had been given a place in the complex next door to the office building. Evan agreed with the others, the government probably owned it, not that it mattered. At

Friday. Unknown.FELECIA.That was a good name.She studied the combination of names.Felecia. Helen. Boyko.What would her life be like as Felecia? What life did she want to create for herself?She leaned her head back against the thin pillow. She could count the metal bars of her headboard through the down and fabric.As Felecia she'd have half a dozen pillows and a big, fluffy comforter she changed with the seasons. But she wouldn't spend all her time in bed. No, there was a wide world out there to be seen and one couldn't do that lying around in bed all day.Too bad her bed was the only comfortable surface provided to her during non-working hours.No, Felecia was a name for a woman who did things, saw places, bought her own damn clothes and got to go out to restaurants.Who knew?Maybe she'd even have friends or a boyfriend.She sighed and tucked the passport back under her mattress. Later, when the lights were out she'd hide it behind the loose brick whe

A thin coat of dust covered the ground, disturbed only in one line. The kind of line the passing of feet over many days might make.Evan glued his eyes on the trail and followed it."Single file," he said softly.Their little platform widened. An old metal gate stood open. There was paint on the walls from kids and broken tiles on the floor."An old platform?" Jamie asked."Looks like it," Harper replied.Jamie kept going. "The closest metro stop isn't even a block away. There are probably a dozen entrances to this place."That made sense, not that it helped them find their guy."Which way do we go?" Harper asked."Evan's got the trail," Logan replied.Despite the taggers and other refuse left from squatters, it was all old. There'd only been one path taken through here lately, and it was easy to follow.They left the platform and entered another long hall. Here a few lights lit the way, but it wasn't welcoming. What drew Evan's attention was the open maintenance

Friday. Unknown. Kiev, Ukraine.FELECIA'S HEAD WAS SPINNING despite sitting down.She was free. To an extent. She doubted these men would let her just walk out of here wherever here was. They clearly wanted something from her father. Who didn't?They also didn't know she spoke English.It hadn't been an intentional move on her part, least not in the beginning. She'd been so shocked when the door opened and strange men walked in. Her father rarely brought people to the workshop. It was both to protect the workspace and to keep her a secret. By the time she'd regained her balance, they'd begun talking about her and she'd listened.They were Americans. That much was obvious even if they hadn't admitted it. The accents alone betrayed them.What did they want with her father?A nagging suspicion bit at the back of her mind.She hoped she was wrong.Felecia peered around her at the flat where they'd taken her. It was sparse. The furniture had likely come with the place.

Saturday. Safe House. Kiev, Ukraine.EVAN SET THE LAST bag with the others. Jamie, Harper and Tucker had confirmed that in the short window they'd pulled back to regroup Obran had vacated the space where they'd found Felecia.A mental picture unfolded in Evan's mind. It was the moment he'd looked up at her large, dark eyes. She was a beautiful woman. No amount of dirt or blood could hide that. Part of him couldn't blame Obran for locking her up. She was like Helen of Troy or some other fabled beauty. He'd known what she was suggesting last night, albeit the delivery was clumsy. It had broken him a bit for her to think that was necessary and he hated the surge of desire he'd felt for her. She tugged at his protective instincts in the worst way.With effort he shut away the thoughts of Felecia and focused on Obran.They'd taken a chance and they'd missed him.With their cover blown the next step was to vacate the safe house and relocate. Remaining where they were only posed