As she knew they would be, her men were waiting, still and silent, their gazes narrowed as she came inside.
“Boss, I don’t like these f**king Breeds tellin’ us what to do,” Brick bitched immediately as she closed the door behind her, his dark face creased in a scowl. “This ain’t no fun for me at all. And I sure as hell don’t enjoy getting my leg trashed by some bastard out to keep secrets from them. I say we ditch this hellhole and go back to our real jobs.”
Their real jobs. Military and private engagements that of course paid much better, but despite the sniper earlier that day, was still a hell of a lot more dangerous. And those jobs were guaranteed to keep her away from her sister and her niece if they ever needed her again.
Malcolm and Aaron mumbled in agreement as Thor stepped forward and laid several electronic listening devices on the long narrow table beside her.
Diane stared down at them.
“Hell,” she said, sighing. “When did you find these?”
“When we came back in,” he said softly. “Someone slipped in here while we were out, boss.”
“You’re not safe here,” Aaron said with quiet anger. “And these damned Breeds ain’t doin’ a damned thing to protect you.”
She turned and glanced at the door. “There are Breed guards up the hall,” she stated. “How could someone have slipped in?”
“If they were dressed as hotel staff even a Breed could have gotten in here,” Thor pointed out. “The Enforcers are far enough up the hall that no scent would have reached them.”
“What about the ones at the elevator?” She shook her head in confusion. “They’re not Breed devices.”
She knew every design they used, even the covert ones. Jonas had made certain she didn’t risk removing one the Breeds had placed while she was tracking Brandenmore’s scientists.
“Hotel staff,” Malcolm said once again. “All they had to do was look, act and smell the part.”
“Unless they didn’t show you all their listening devices,” Aaron pointed out. “Just in case they decided to watch you closer.” He was glaring at her. Aaron and Thor were the two strongest personalities in the unit and were usually the ones to argue with her or approach her with any disagreements the other two had.
Diane bent closer and stared at the one Thor had taken apart. Taking the magnifying glass Thor offered her, she surveyed the internal components silently.
The electronics didn’t look Breed, but anything was possible when it came to the men and women created to be more cunning, more vicious than any other species on earth.
Diane started to shake her head again, only to have a firm knock on her door interrupt her. She dropped her chin instead and blew out an irritated breath.
She should have known better than to think they would just let her escape.
She knew who it was. Sure as her name was what it was, she knew who it was.
Rather than speaking, she turned, leaned back against the table and waited until Thor reached the door and threw it open.
Lawe and Jonas. She hadn’t expected Jonas.
Thor glared down at Lawe.
Not that he had far to glare. At six-two, Lawe wasn’t much shorter than Thor. At six-five, Jonas was exactly the same height.
“Thor, we’ll talk later,” Diane told him warningly before glancing to the other men. “The four of you get some sleep. Your checks will be ready by morning and we’ll all head home.”
Thor grunted in disapproval as the others rose from their seats. Aaron pushed himself up, grabbed the crutches Thor had somehow managed to find and with the other two limped to the door.
“Later, boss.”
“See ya, boss.”
“Damned busybodies,” Thor muttered before pushing the other half of the double door open and moving through it.
Brick slammed it closed as he and a limping Aaron left the room last, leaving her alone with Jonas and Lawe.
At least they hadn’t suggested they stay and protect her, she thought angrily. No thanks to Lawe. He’d ensured her men had every reason to question her orders as well as her competence.
Bracing herself against the end of the table and crossing one ankle over the other, Diane waited.
The doors closed as both Jonas and Lawe entered the room, stopping at the seating several feet from her.
“I can smell the irritation.” Jonas’s lips curled in amusement as he watched her from those eerie silver eyes.
“I imagine you can see it fairly easy as well,” she drawled, her gaze flicking to Lawe before returning to Jonas. “I’d really prefer not to fight with the two of you at the moment. So leave.”
Jonas’s head inclined in mocking agreement but didn’t comment as he and Lawe watched her silently for several long moments.
“Rachel’s concerned,” Jonas finally admitted. “I’m here to see if I can fix the situation.”
Diane’s lips thinned. She shot Lawe a furious glare before turning to the director.
“So tell me, Jonas, why would the Bureau feel the need to spy on me and my men? When did you decide we couldn’t be trusted?”
“You weren’t being shadowed because you couldn’t be trusted,” Jonas responded sharply, his own irritation creasing his expression. “You should know that.”
“I’m not talking about your Breed goons,” she snapped. “And you should know it.”
If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn he had no idea what she was talking about. He and Lawe glanced at each other before she sensed the tension that suddenly filled the room and stretched between them.