Chapter 147: Vaughn

Tuesday. Secondary Safe House, Beirut, Lebanon.

VAUGHN PEERED OUT the windows at the street, looking into the darkest shadows. The gear waiting for them at this location was bare bones. There weren't enough cameras to cover each street, entrance and blind spot. Which meant they had to rely on people watching things and everyone was running on fumes.

The timer on his phone went off again, signaling another fifteen minutes had passed.

He reached up and tapped the comm. "Hey, B. How's it looking?"

"All quiet," Brenden replied.

"You good? Need coffee or anything?"

"Nope."

"Sorry you got dragged into the overnight shift."

"It's all good."

Vaughn ground his teeth together.

It wasn't good, and they all knew it.

They each had their demons. No one did what they did and slept easy at night. Dreams were full of friends they'd lost, decisions they should have made, moments they'd hesitated. But Brenden's demons were worse. Which was why they'd restructured their team so he