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can.”
    “Roger that, sir,” Cat said.
    “Further details are in the brief.”
    She frowned. “What do we know of the asset? Are they one of ours?”
    Blackwell shook his head. “CIA’s.”
    “So that means they’re only trustworthy until the money runs out,” Marc said cynically.
    Blackwell looked at Cat. “You up for this?”
    “Of course, sir.” As if she would say anything else. “But like Marc, I’ve always got reservations about an unknown asset.”
    “Don’t we all. Keep your eyes sharp over there,” Blackwell said. “The rest of the info is in the brief. Wheels up in four hours.”
    They filed out and headed for the locker room where they began kitting up-double checking their weapons, ammo, rucksacks, and parachutes.
    Everything needed to be meticulously packed and the weight evenly distributed. With a high-altitude, high-opening jump, each member of the team needed to weigh the same. This meant Cat had to carry more weight than Zach, who outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. She considered HAHO jumps to be the most exhilarating, but they were also damned uncomfortable.
    Three hours and forty-five minutes later, Cat waited on the roof for her team to arrive. The high walls hid the two CH-146 Griffon helicopters from the sight of other buildings. Their pilot already waited in the bird with most of their gear, and would take them to the jet that would fly them the rest of the way.  
    Marc and Zach nodded at her as they came up onto the roof. They both wore their BDUs like she did and had their FN SCAR rifles packed in special carry cases slung over their shoulders. The sight of them would make any civilian in downtown Montreal pause, which was why all of their equipment was kept onsite and out of view.  
    Now, Rhys followed Zach and Marc. He grinned as he passed her. “Valkyrie.”
    Why when he said her call sign did it sound like a term of endearment from one lover to another? The last thing she needed was for him to see her that way. Today she would begin to prove to him that she was more than capable of leading this team. It was also time to see whether he had what it took to work with Alpha team.  
      She climbed aboard the Griffon and gave the pilot the all-clear. Within moments they lifted off, having already gained clearance from Montreal air traffic control.  
    “Did you read the brief on the asset?” she asked Marc once they’d all donned their ear protection and mics.
    “Yes,” Marc said. “He seems legit, but there’re too many variables.”
    “Where’s the fun in knowing everything, eh, Spooky?” she said, and couldn’t stop her grin.
    “Fuck, you know I hate that name.”
    “We know it,” she and Zach said together.
    “CIA?” Rhys asked him.
    If anything, Koven’s scowl deepened. “CSIS,” he said, naming the Canadian spy agency.  
    Rhys nodded and looked to Zach. “Doc. So you’re a medic?”
    “Well, he’s not a dwarf,” Cat said.  
    Zach laughed and stretched his six-foot frame. “18-Delta.” It was all Zach needed to say. 18-Delta was the forty-six-week Special Operations Combat Medic course that said he was the best of the best.  
    “But that’s not the real reason we call him that,” Cat said.
    Rhys looked at her. She shrugged. “Zach takes care of everyone.”
    “Whether they want him to or not,” Marc muttered.
    “So says our resident cynic,” Cat said.
    “Better cynic than a fucking optimist.”
    “Children, please,” Zach said. “Not in front of the FNG.”  
    Rhys snorted. “I haven’t been called the fucking new guy in years.”
    “Then tell me,” Zach said, “why do they call you Lucky?”
    Rhys shrugged and leaned back. “I had a close call at BUD/S. The petty officer in charge said I was the luckiest sonuvabitch he’d met.”  
    “Huh,” Marc said. “I would have thought it was for other reasons.”
    Cat tried to pretend she wasn’t listening to every word, but Rhys caught her gaze when he answered, his