Housed in a dilapidated warehouse in Fairfax, Virginia, the exterior of the building appeared ready for the demolition ball. Inside, it was four floors of the latest in computer technology, a weapons range, gymnasium, sleeping quarters, and a mess hall. Its own self-contained village—a notion Rose liked to foster among her people. More than just a team, they were family. A family sharing a job that often placed them in danger.Family. They were your strength—and your greatest vulnerability. She’d just seen that up close while briefing the Cavanaughs about Lucky. At least she’d been able to offer them some hope; the pilot’s last transmission had reported that Lucky was alive. But after viewing satellite images of the twisted carnage of the helicopter sent to rescue him, she wasn’t sure if that hope wasn’t really prolonging the agony.Ralph Cavanaugh had taken it worse than the others. They had flocked around him, a veritable sea of law enforcement, supporting him as he stoically stood before her, barking out questions that they both knew she either couldn’t or wouldn’t answer.
