Assigned by Station Chief Kate Laswell, Case Officer Kiera Dutton is assigned to track and locate the missing American missiles as well as the threat of Quds Force Major Hassan Zyani. Befriending Ghost during her missions was not indeed part of her...
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"We have to tell Shepherd-"
"We're not telling Shepherd anything," Isaac scoffed. "Do you not trust me? She doesn't have the nerve to come here."
Yeah, she does. "I still think we should go somewhere else for a while."
"You're scared, aren't you?"
"No. I just don't want to die, man."
"Well, you can go if you feel like it's suitable. I'm staying right here. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to watch the game."
"Alright." Malcolm sighed, going to pack a bag, wondering if he should rent a hotel room for a few weeks or to flee into the hills of Wyoming to live in a tent. Anything is better than being killed by her. I'd rather be eaten by wolves.
"Malcolm," Isaac said from the couch, keeping his head facing the television away from him, hearing Malcolm stop in his tracks. "Go to the safehouse. The boy is there. She won't find you there."
"Okay. You sure I shouldn't tell Shepherd?"
"No. The more you tell him, the more he has time to fuck this all up like he did in the first place. He should've kept his nose in his own business, but he had to poke the bear and now he's going to have us pay for it before he does himself."
Malcolm shivered at his words, proceeding to the borrowed bedroom to retrieve an overnight bag, the hired security guard waiting at the front door for him to escort him to the safehouse location.
Stopping at the front gate of Isaac's driveway, Malcolm rolled down his window to speak to Dylan, Shahan bowing his head in shame as he knew he had to do the right thing. "Thank you." Malcolm mouthed to Dylan.
The deputy nodded, clutching the grip of his Glock as he forced himself to keep his composure, watching the vehicle that carried Malcolm drive down the road to an undisclosed location.
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Kiera strapped her tactical vest to her torso, double-checking her firearms to ensure they were loaded as she entered the kitchen, her adrenaline spiking as she was met with Alejandro sitting at the table, taking a mug of black coffee from Simon's hand when he offered it, he too in tactical gear as he refused to let Kiera go by herself.
Alejandro's eyes were red with irritation and depression, forcing himself to look up at her as loose strands of his black hair framed his face. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. "I'm going to get him." She assured the worried father.
"I don't doubt you will, señora," He spoke lowly. "Just promise me one thing."
