“Get me an update on the op in the Taos-Mexico Corridor,” Lance said.
“Sir.” Andry nodded. Lance winced. Andry sighed. James felt the moment he gave up on professionalism. “’Kay, Grampa.” He turned back down the hall.
“Need to tell you what’s going on, James. I think we have a live one.”
“The bad guy?” James was willing to take some of his focus off Matt for that.
“The bad girl,” Lance purred.
Okay, that just sounded wrong.
“Is she in Idaho, also?” f**k, it was Red Idaho, wasn’t it?
“No.” Lance waved his hand and walked back to his desk, tapping at his screen. “Neither is Bob Smith. He’s dead.”
“Shit.” James had wanted to do the honors himself.
“Executed just after your implant operation by the Red Idaho government. Charge was colluding with the enemy. Sharing sensitive research.”
