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Close Your Eyes (feat. Fiora & Robot Koch): Dreaming Of Ghosts
"Alright." Eli takes the wrap off my arm and I pull down my t-shirt sleeve. "125/80. That's what I like to see." He looks at the monitor and writes it down on the clipboard.
"Me too." I nod. "How you feeling?"
"Never better. Nothing was broken, no organs were damaged, no brain swelling and they caught the drunk driver last week. How are you?"
"I'm good."
"Yeah, I can tell."
"Good. I'll see you." I get up and leave, now entering the main room.
"Well?" Bozer turns.
"125/80." I close the door and Bozer tightly hugs me.
"We'll keep it that way. Lower, if that's physically possible." Russ nods.
"I'm flattered." I nod back and Desi hugs me.
"You're Amanda Clarke." A chubby guy with a beard looks at me. "I'm Jerry Ortega. Mac talked about you all the time back in Hawaii. He was chewing my ear off. Like a never ending audiobook. You were right, man. She does look like a blonde Athena." He nods at Mac.
"So, anything?"
"We recovered this messages from a cell phone on a previous op." Riley stands up. "I tracked similar single-use burners, mapped to other intercepted messages. This pattern here indicates an upper-level Codex operative in the area." She points to the map on the screen.
"So, you said that Codex was talking to you?" Evan crosses his arms.
"I tracked them to the dark web, created an alias, pretended I wanted to join the cause. We traded a few messages." Jerry tells him.
"How do you know it was them?" Landon asks.
"Because someone forgot to activate their VPN when signing on. Lasted about half a second. That was enough for me to grab an IP address. I traced it to a bunker in Montana before the whole killer volcano thing."
"There's been a change of plans." Matty opens the door. "Mac, Evan, Amanda, Riley, you're with me on the jet. The rest of you, stay with the Codex lead."
"You're...going into the field?" Evan furrows his eyebrows.
"Wheels up in ten." She leaves.
"Matty?" I follow her. "Matty." I stop and so does she, then turning to face me. "This is personal." I nod.
