Second Chance SEAL(202)
“Navy Intelligence,” Lucy said.
“Lucy, it’s Emory,” I said quickly. “I need some help.”
“You called the right place. What can I do for you?”
“I need surveillance data for the Donald Cook nuclear power plant and all the surrounding hotels. Any suspicious activity, anything needs to come to me immediately.”
“What are we looking for?”
“Omar Hooth and several American associates. Also keep an eye out for Roger and Celine Bright.”
“Okay, Emory. You got it.”
“Thanks, Lucy. Send all updates to this number.” I hung up the phone.
Tara came out of the room, dressed and frowning slightly. “Is everything okay?” she asked me.
“We’re heading to Michigan,” I said. “Navy is looking into surveillance data, trying to pinpoint your parents.”
“Actually, about that. I found something weird.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What?”
She held up one of my phones. “I borrowed this. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Better than using your own.”
She smiled and tapped something. “Here. Take a look. This is my dad’s bank account.”
I looked over her shoulder. “One transaction from today. Is that a gas station?”
“Yeah, it is. I Googled it, and apparently it’s in Michigan.”
“Fuck,” I said. “This can’t be for real.”
“I think they used his card, Emory.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Do you have an address?”
“Yeah, I do.”
I grinned hugely and grabbed her, pulling her against me. I hugged her hard. “Great fucking job.”
“Why would they use his card though?”
“Somebody in Omar’s group royally fucked up. I’m guessing one of the less experienced Americans.” I kissed her hard then, letting my joy overflow against her.
She kissed me back and then slowly pulled away. “So you’re impressed then?” she asked.
“Very impressed.”
“Glad I’m here?”
“Very glad.”
“I knew you would be.”
I grabbed her ass, hard, and grinned. “I thought I was going to be happy you were here for other reasons, but this works out just fine.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on. Let’s get moving. Travis is making lewd gestures at us.”
I looked down and saw Travis making a blowjob face. I flipped him off.
“Let’s go kill some terrorist scumbags.”
“Sounds good to me.”
The sun was dipping in the sky by the time we finally got to the gas station.
It was a little independently owned thing situated a few miles away from the power plant. As soon as I saw it, I was beyond positive that someone from Omar’s group had been there. He probably thought the transaction would be harder to trace since it wasn’t at one of those large chain stations, but boy was he fucking wrong.
There were probably ten, maybe fifteen chain stations in the area. Whoever it was chose the only station we could very, very easily look up and locate.
Tara and I waited in the car while Travis went in and checked it out. A few minutes later, he returned and leaned up against the window. “Nothing,” he said.
“Nothing?”
“Just a gas station, man,” he said. “No Omar. No terrorists hanging around. Pretty normal.”
I frowned. “They were here.”
“What about that?” Tara asked, pointing.
I followed her gaze. There was a motel a bit farther down the street with a large sign advertising vacancies lit up outside it.
“What about it?” I asked.
“Well, if someone used the station, they could have walked here. Maybe they’re staying at that motel.”
I looked at her and then back at Travis. He shrugged. “Honestly, man, we’re going by the seat of our fucking pants right now,” he said. “Any lead is better than no lead.”
“Okay then,” I said. “Get your shit together, because we’re going on stakeout.”
Travis sighed. “I’ll get supplies.”
“What do we need?” Tara asked.
“Junk food, obviously.” He grinned and walked off.
I climbed back in the car to wait for him. Tara put her hand on my leg, and I grinned at her. “You’re a lot more useful than I thought.”
“I could be wrong, though,” she said.
“Yeah, you could be, but it’s the best guess we have right now. The Navy is analyzing all that data, so hopefully we get a hit soon.”
“Hopefully.” She frowned and moved her hand, looking out the window. “My parents are near here. They’re hostages.”
“Yeah, they are, but they’re useful hostages.”