Tate pov
A hand covered his mouth and he did what he was trained to do, he fought back. Tate stepped on the instep of the person behind him before elbowing him in the solar plexus.
“Tate wait,” he heard a groan from Garcia. Tate turned around with his d**k hanging out as he was going to the John.
“What’s going on?” He asked as he quickly tucked himself away.
“We finally got word that they are being moved,” Garcia said.
“Have you been in on this the whole time?” He asked furious and Garcia shook his head no.
“No, I haven’t. I’ve been as pissed as everyone else.” Tate was confused but followed Garcia out of the bathroom and into a private conference room. When he entered the only people in the room were his CO as well as the captain from the DOD.
“What’s going on?” Tate asked, “sir.
