Chapter 150: Vaughn

Tuesday. Beirut, Lebanon.

VAUGHN GRIPPED THE wheel and tried to both watch the traffic and for any sign of Carla. With Nolan unable to use his right leg, it had fallen to Vaughn to take up the keys.

"Where is she?" he snarled.

"Quiet," Grant snapped.

"Is Zain tracking her? Do we know who that man is?" Vaughn had chased the bike out of the park and down a whole block on foot before traffic had opened up and allowed the motorcycle to get away.

"I understand," Grant said.

"What?" Vaughn wanted to reach over and take the phone. They needed answers.

Nolan leaned forward between the seats and muttered, "Chill out."

Grant lowered the phone and tapped the screen. "You're on speaker with Nolan, Vaughn and myself. Go."

"Lepta Team?" The voice on the other end was Zain, but he sounded wrong. Not at all like the guy Vaughn had heard over the years telling them how to pull off what amounted to magic to get a job done. "You are to head to the US Embassy for your own safety. From