Chapter 142: Vaughn

Monday. Safe House, Beirut, Lebanon.

VAUGHN REMAINED IN Carla's shadow. He didn't give two fucks what everyone else thought of him. Chances were high he was going to get fired when all this was over. What was the point in playing nice until then? Carla needed support, and damn it, he was going to be her shoulder.

"Everyone?" Grant turned his attention from their visitor to the team. "Pack your bags, we're moving out. Travel light. If this Hani character knows where we are, we don't want to be here any longer."

Vaughn's stuff was ready to go. His shift was over. Someone else could worry about the surveillance setup for once. He was going to help Carla wrangle her belongings and get a vest on her. If they were going to move, he'd breathe easier knowing she had some armor on under the pretty clothes.