Between the second and third, a black sedan waited. It sat ominous and predatory, out of place in the dingy surroundings mucked by the seawater and years of use. Concealed, Dean verified his team’s location. Jaxon and his wife waited a half mile out in a nondescript boat. Titanis and Harrier kept their distance, set up on a rooftop with a bead on the car and its occupants. Five feet behind and stuffed in one of the rubber bumpers shielding the cement dock from ship hulls, Hawk waited. “Ready?” Falcon asked. Dean nodded. Rolled his shoulders then started walking down the dock toward the waiting car. Anything and everything could go wrong here. Especially with the warning Titanis brought that the “they” knew Raptor team was here. Nerves tingling, he felt himself again reach for that tendril of faith that seemed to be growing since his first encounter with Zahrah. God, keep her safe. Help me make it back to ensure that. Doors swung open as they approached. “Welcome party,” Falcon muttered.
