John adjusted the face mask he wore to blend in with the other construction workers cleaning up debris leftover from the latest bomb blast. Devons chuckled, his own mask muffling the sound. “Becoming a terrorist or a disaster recovery specialist?” John moved some rubble out of the way. “Since when are you friends with Chechen rebels?” “I might have dated one of their sisters back in the day.” Why didn’t that surprise him? Mossad agents, Chechen rebels. What next? Devons held out a meter meant to read air quality. A low blipping noise sounded. “Guy owed me a favor and was more than happy to unload on the Ruskies. No one was killed. Injuries were light. Fast was what Flynn wanted, and fast is what we’re giving him.” Stealth and efficiency were John’s and Pegasus Team’s motto. “Bombings? Protests? Total overkill for a search and rescue.”
