What?” Javier’s arms hung numb as he tried to wrap his head around the words their team leader had said in perfect English. It could’ve been perfect Portuguese or Spanish, languages he understood perfectly, and Javier still would have needed the repeat. Brock’s forehead pinched, a mixture of annoyance and understanding clouding his eyes. “Jensen can’t get ahold of Sophia. Whispering Willow—and a shit ton of other classified operations—have been compromised. Classified documents were leaked online, and they’ve gone viral. Her name and contact have been publicly identified.” “I thought she was an aid worker.” Ryder stepped forward. Brock grumbled. “Guess she’s not.” The steady pounding of his heart echoed in his ears. Processing straight facts wouldn’t compute. This wasn’t like a normal op. It wasn’t even like being thrown into a street fight where he had little intel on his opponent nor a surefire map to victory. The unknown was terrifying, and Javier couldn’t remember feeling like this ever before.
