RIKA POV
"Shit shit shit shit shit," I repeat under my breath as my phone starts beeping and flashing: EMERGENCY ALERT FROM SASHA SUKOSHKU.
"What s going on?" Zoe demands as I press a couple buttons on my tablet, activating the remote microphones in Sasha s jewelry. Zoe grabs my phone to get Sasha s location from the alert software, punches it into the SUV s GPS, and shifts into drive.
With the rumble of our motor comes an even deeper rumbling from my tablet, a rumbling that s forming words in Russian, followed by Sasha s voice, also speaking Russian and using the contemptuous tone she reserves for our Commanding Officer.
"What s he saying? What s his problem?" Drake s voice demands, a sentiment I echo.
"Anselm s there. Why the fuck is Anselm there? What are we going to do?" Zoe exclaims, vocalizing my own thoughts.