Chapter 22
Logan was on his sixteenth hour of watching satellite footage from the pedestrian bridge in Lutsia, and his eyes were beginning to burn. Somewhere on this recording was a picture of the bomber, and he’d be damned if he was going to give up without finding it.
Jax stood over his shoulder. “Even if you find the guy, you’re not going to be able to ID him from that satellite image.”
“There’s no telling what else I’ll be able to see. A car. Anything could be a clue.”
Cowboy sat down heavily at the conference table behind them. “Did you get ahold of our contact at Interpol?”
“Yes,” said Logan. “He emailed me a report on Ten Komanda, a black ops organization that’s one of the prime suspects in the terrorist attacks. I forwarded it to you.”
“What do you think?”
“I think it’s too simple. Too neat and tidy to blame it on them. Groups like that don’t just decide to go after somebody. They’re hired to do a job, just like we are.”
“So?”
“So, Ten Komanda might be the smoking gun, but they are not the ones pulling the trigger. My guess is someone with a lot to lose. One of the political parties, maybe even a candidate or someone with their own agenda for the country.”
“Good work. Let me know if you find anything on the satellite feed,” said Jax.
“I don’t know, Jax,” said Cowboy. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this one. If Doc over there is right, we might have a freaking superpower trying to kill our guy over there.”
Logan turned around. “Actually, Russia hasn’t been considered a superpower since the late 1990s.”
“Whatever,” said Cowboy. “I think Red might be seriously outgunned and we should send in reinforcements.”
“It’s a bit of a long trip, don’t you think?” asked Jax.
“All the more reason we should go now. It’s too fucking far away to swoop in there at the last minute if he needs help, and if he’s up against these Ten Commandments guys—”
“Ten Komanda,” said Logan. “It means shadow team in Russian.”
“—all by himself, he might get his ass kicked,” finished Cowboy.
Jax nodded. “Agreed. I’ll come with you.”
Logan shook his head. “Your daughter’s christening is this weekend.”
“Shit,” said Jax.
Cowboy counted on his fingers. “Just give me Hawk, Doc, and the new guy, Austin.”
“I thought Austin turned you down,” said Jax.
“He did. But he’s about to find out how persuasive I can be.”
“I’d really like to stay here and work on these recordings some more,” said Logan.
“So fire up your gigantic laptop and get on the plane,” said Cowboy.
“The download speeds aren’t sufficient compared to how fast I can go here at headquarters.”
Cowboy dropped his chin and looked at Jax from beneath his brow. “The download speeds aren’t sufficient.”
Jax stood up. “Get on the damn plane, Logan. We need you.”
“Sir, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Cowboy and Jax looked at each other, then looked at Logan.
“This could be important,” Logan said.
Jax pointed at him. “Not as important as backing up your teammate when he’s got his balls against the wall. Now move.”