Code Name: Bikini. Christina Skye

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СКАЧАТЬ eyes narrowed. “I don’t have all the details, only that you’re to guard a package being conveyed outside normal channels. This is highly sensitive material and you’ll be working with a civilian.”

      A civilian? Trace hated the assignment already. “Anything else I need to know?”

      “A Navy SEAL will be aboard with his family. Izzy knows them well. Use him if things get sticky.”

      “Identity?” Trace asked. He wondered if Ryker had bothered to cue the guy about the chance that he would be tapped for duty during a family vacation.

      Doubtful, he decided. Ryker didn’t bother with niceties. If a SEAL was stupid enough to get married and have a family, Ryker would figure the man deserved to live with interrupted vacations.

      “His name is Ford McKay. The man is tough and smart. His wife, Carly, has been involved in producing several Navy training films. You may have seen her pictures in Time and Newsweek.”

      Trace gave a low whistle. “I’m impressed.”

      “You should be. She’s way above your pay grade, pal.”

      “Exactly what is the nature of the package and the possible threat?” Something cold stirred in Trace’s mind. “Not Cruz?” That had to be impossible. Their old enemy and rogue operative was dead, according to all intelligence.

      Trace had seen him die.

      “No, not Cruz. He went down in the chopper crash in the Pacific.” Once the leader of the Foxfire team, Enrique Cruz had been a superb officer and fearless operative, but he had snapped a year earlier, betraying his team and his country with a vengeance. Everyone in the secret project had breathed a sigh of relief when the man had finally been cornered and killed on a deserted island in the Pacific.

      “No one could have escaped from that burning chopper.” Trace frowned. “Right?”

      “Nothing suggests that Cruz escaped. Ryker has a full-time team monitoring the crash region, and they’ve found zilch.”

      Some of Trace’s uneasiness faded. “What’s the threat?”

      “Izzy will give you more details before you embark.” Wolfe shook his head. “You know how Ryker loves drama.”

      Irritated, Trace riffled through the papers, pulling out a set of travel documents. “Vacations make me crazy.”

      “I seem to recall hearing something about that from your sister. Kit says your record visit at the ranch is three days and four hours—and that was only because you were testing some new ammunition for Ryker.”

      Trace gave a sheepish laugh. “At least Kit understands how I feel.” His smile wavered. “She wasn’t upset that I haven’t visited for a while, right? She loves the ranch and she’s great at raising her service dogs, but—”

      “Stop worrying. Kit knows the ranch isn’t your thing. She’s fine with that. On the other hand she told me to make sure that you don’t get cut to ribbons someplace with an unpronounceable name. I promised to try my best.”

      The words were casual, but the strength behind them was unyielding as forged steel. Foxfire men were tighter than family. Guarding each other’s back was both a practiced skill and a task of bone-deep loyalty.

      “Always glad to have you watching my six.” Trace held up an arm brace made of moldable high-tech foam. “This new contraption is pretty amazing, but I’d like to know when I’ll be done with the training wheels.”

      “Ask Teague. He’s the go-to guy for tech and rehab.”

      The door swung open. “Someone call my name?” Izzy appeared with a sleek laptop under one arm.

      “Speak of the devil,” Trace muttered.

      “I’m a hell of a lot more handsome. Better with computers, too. So what’s your problem, O’Halloran?”

      Trace dangled the tube of molded foam. “I’m ready to roll. And not on some half-baked duty aboard a cruise ship. I want my chips operational.”

      “Not possible until the medical team finishes a complete assessment. Some anomalies have turned up following your hospitalization.”

      Trace made an impatient sound. “I’m fit, Teague.”

      “You’re strong and your reflexes max the chart. That’s why you were chosen for Foxfire in the first place. The chips enhance, but they don’t define your abilities, O’Halloran. They just make you a little stronger and faster than you already are. And throwing energy nets can wait until the assessment is done.”

      Trace wasn’t close to being convinced. He hadn’t endured his grueling Foxfire training to be stuck on a half-baked assignment that a civilian could handle blindfolded. “This is kindergarten. Tell Ryker I’m ready for real action.”

      “Tell him yourself. He’s out in the hall finishing a call to the head of the NSA.”

      The men in the room stiffened. Lloyd Ryker’s presence usually had that effect on people.

      “I went over your rehab reports,” Izzy continued. “I’d say you’re good to go. I’ve already conveyed that information to Ryker.”

      “Appreciated.” Trace drummed his fingers on the pile of travel documents. “But I want a real assignment.”

      “Better than pacing the floors of the medical wing and scaring all the nurses.”

      “What nurses? Ryker pulled everyone but Foxfire staff as soon as my last surgery was done.”

      “He’s just being cautious.” Wolfe looked around as the door opened again. Lloyd Ryker was shoving an encrypted cell phone into the pocket of his understated Italian suit while an aide zipped papers into an alligator portfolio.

      He studied the SEALs. All were standing now, eyes forward. Ryker noted the disciplined response and nodded slightly at Wolfe. “You still say O’Halloran is ready to leave rehab?”

      “Yes, sir. Ishmael Teague concurs.”

      “I saw the reports. I want a guarantee your assessment is correct.”

      “You have it.” Izzy crossed his arms, meeting Ryker’s sharp gaze. “The surgery went even better than planned.”

      “Good. I’ll be holding you two responsible for any problems.” The civilian head of the Foxfire Unit made several quick marks on a form held out by his aide, then turned to study Trace. “Nice work in Afghanistan, O’Halloran. They found our hardware and were testing it within hours, congratulating themselves on a major success. For two weeks now we’ve been feeding them ‘secret’ updates. After our planted information is complete, their stolen equipment will start malfunctioning. The operation is a success.”

      “Glad to hear it, sir.” Trace remained at stiff attention, certain that Ryker had more to say.

      Ryker glanced around the room, then frowned. “I’m not convinced you’re ready for duty. I can’t have anyone on the team operating below full capacity, O’Halloran. You flatlined СКАЧАТЬ