Lycan Link wants us to go in and get our people out.”
“Yes and no. This is all off the record. The idea of diplomats in the area was never officially approved.”
“In other words, Duffy and a few of his cronies came up with the idea and implemented it before all the ramifications had been worked out.”
Fielding pursed his lips. “It’s not my job to question High Council.”
The captain had nicely tap danced around answering but he’d let it pass. “So you want me to infiltrate the area?” His interest had been piqued at the idea of going on a mission but duty to his mate and his pack had him frowning.
“Not you. You’re an Alpha now and not considered expendable.”
Dismissed even before he’d had the chance to decline. It hadn’t set well despite the truth behind the statement. “Then what do you want me to do?”
“Find someone who can do the job. Get in, free Duffy and his family, and get them out fast without drawing undo attention.”
“I’ll go through the files of all the Enforcers and see—”
“No. We can’t spare the manpower. And need I remind you this is unofficial?”
“Then...?”
The captain had smiled and stood up. “That’s for you to figure out. You need to earn this office and the consultant’s fee we pay you.”
Reno snorted at the memory. His ‘office’ at Lycan Link was little more than a broom closet and the consultant’s fee was only regular Enforcer wages. If it wasn’t that he still enjoyed the work, he’d have given it up and spent his days in Kolding’s Pass with his mate, Brandi.
Instead, he was here in Chicago preparing to convince his old friend, Damien, to get back in the proverbial saddle. The job he was about to propose was right up Damien’s alley. The man had worked as something of a mercenary before and those were exactly the kind of skills that would be needed to free the diplomat and his family.
He folded the report in half and tucked it back into his pocket as he recalled the days when he and Damien would have taken on the world together. The best damned Enforcer team Lycan Link had ever seen; how many times had he heard that whispered in the halls?
A grimace passed over his face. Here he was reminiscing like some old geezer in a rocking chair. Just because he wasn’t on the front line, didn’t mean he was any less effective. He’d moved on as had Damien.
And, speak of the devil... Reno checked his watch as Damien slid into the booth. Exactly on time. The man had mastered the art of being perfectly synced with the clock. Quite the change from the punk kid he used to be. When they’d first worked together, Damien had often been purposely late just to see the reaction it would invoke. Damn, they’d had some good fights on the road to building mutual respect and eventually a close friendship.
“Hey, old man, good to see you.” Damien gave a cocky grin but followed his irreverent greeting with a warm handshake.
“Good to see you, too.” Reno smiled at his friend, pleased to find him looking happy and relaxed. Damien’s life hadn’t been an easy one. It was about time the kid got a break.
A waitress appeared to take their order and Reno blinked at the woman’s appearance. Every colour under the sun seemed to have made its way onto her garb. Damien, however, didn’t seem to notice. “Two beers, thanks, Tina.”
“Sure thing.” The woman—Tina—looked around. “Sam not with you?”
“Nope. She’s on patrol but said she might stop by later if she finished early.”
Tina widened her eyes in an exaggerated manner. “Wow! I thought you two were permanently fastened at the hip or something. First time I’ve seen you apart from each other in months.” She folded her arms and shook her head. “You know this ruins the Christmas present I was going to give you. It was a sweater big enough for both of you to wear at the same time.”
Damien scowled. “We aren’t that bad.”
“If you say so.” Tina gave him a wink and