is a toilet in the back. Not much privacy, but it’s better than wet britches, Victoria. I won’t peek,” he promised with a cheeky grin.
Victoria decided she could hold out as long as the men, which was hilarious when she thought about it. Griffin was like a camel, and he could go all day without relieving his bladder. He used to complain about needing to stop so often for her to go to the bathroom. This trip was no exception. She ended up making her way to the back of the van to use the makeshift toilet, and decided it was indeed better than having wet pants.
“Feel better?” Griffin asked with a knowing grin.
“Yes,” she admitted, embarrassed. “How much further are we going, Jacobson?”
“Several more hours, Victoria. Why don’t you get some sleep? I know you have to be tired out. You too, Griff…”
“I think one of us will stay awake, kid. I’m still not completely sold on this idea.”
“Suit yourself. I have nothing at all to hide. What kind of music do you like? I think I have some oldies that might suit you.”
“Smart mouth,” Griffin said.
“I don’t like to be called ‘kid’. I’m a lot older than I look.”
“I doubt that. You look about twenty-two.”
“I’m thirty-one,” he stated. “Do you think Xavier would entrust the two of you to a green kid fresh from Quantico?” He laughed. “My baby face is why Xavier likes me. No one thinks me as capable as I am. I blend in and look like someone’s kid or little brother.”
“You had me fooled,” Griffin admitted. “How much farther are we going?”
“Vermont. We have a nice cabin there. It’s pretty secluded. You’ll have your privacy, but I’ll be there in case I’m needed. Xavier issued me a new phone, and we checked it ourselves for bugs. Angela had no knowledge of this van, so it’s clean, too. She managed to have bugs planted in both your phones, your car, and your bag, Victoria. Griffin kept throwing them away, and I think by the time you got to the last motel, you found all of them.”
“How on earth did they manage that?” she wanted to know.
“Angela wanted to be prepared when her grandfather was released. With the bugs she was certain she could find you at any time. She didn’t count on Griffin showing up, but she’d bugged his phone just in case you called him for help.”
“What about the mission that went wrong? Did she have anything to do with that?”
“No. It was Xavier’s fault. He was given false information. He called off the locals, but not until you were shot. How is your wound?”
“Healing. I’m fine. Victoria is a good nurse.”
They drove for several more long hours and all of their stomachs were growling from lack of food. Jacobson refused to stop anywhere, even at a rest stop where there were vending machines. “I’ll have to install a fridge in this thing and keep it stocked for emergencies like this one. I hope one of you can cook when we get there. I can’t even make coffee in a coffee maker.”
They finally arrived. Jacobson killed his lights about two miles before he turned off a major highway, and then he took a gravel road to another gravel road, which led to a cabin hidden from view by a heavy span of trees. “I’d rather you didn’t use any flashlights if you can see well enough with the moonlight.”
“Lead the way; we’ll follow,” Griffin stated, not about to let the kid know that both he and Victoria had excellent night vision. He made a play of helping her and stumbling a bit himself to make it look real. He also had his hand on his gun, and he knew that his little wife had her gun in her hand as well. They would not be taken off guard.
Victoria was relieved when they went inside and checked out the place that no one was waiting inside to attack them. There was a nice lounge area with a fireplace. It appeared cozy. There was a small galley type
Victoria decided she could hold out as long as the men, which was hilarious when she thought about it. Griffin was like a camel, and he could go all day without relieving his bladder. He used to complain about needing to stop so often for her to go to the bathroom. This trip was no exception. She ended up making her way to the back of the van to use the makeshift toilet, and decided it was indeed better than having wet pants.
“Feel better?” Griffin asked with a knowing grin.
“Yes,” she admitted, embarrassed. “How much further are we going, Jacobson?”
“Several more hours, Victoria. Why don’t you get some sleep? I know you have to be tired out. You too, Griff…”
“I think one of us will stay awake, kid. I’m still not completely sold on this idea.”
“Suit yourself. I have nothing at all to hide. What kind of music do you like? I think I have some oldies that might suit you.”
“Smart mouth,” Griffin said.
“I don’t like to be called ‘kid’. I’m a lot older than I look.”
“I doubt that. You look about twenty-two.”
“I’m thirty-one,” he stated. “Do you think Xavier would entrust the two of you to a green kid fresh from Quantico?” He laughed. “My baby face is why Xavier likes me. No one thinks me as capable as I am. I blend in and look like someone’s kid or little brother.”
“You had me fooled,” Griffin admitted. “How much farther are we going?”
“Vermont. We have a nice cabin there. It’s pretty secluded. You’ll have your privacy, but I’ll be there in case I’m needed. Xavier issued me a new phone, and we checked it ourselves for bugs. Angela had no knowledge of this van, so it’s clean, too. She managed to have bugs planted in both your phones, your car, and your bag, Victoria. Griffin kept throwing them away, and I think by the time you got to the last motel, you found all of them.”
“How on earth did they manage that?” she wanted to know.
“Angela wanted to be prepared when her grandfather was released. With the bugs she was certain she could find you at any time. She didn’t count on Griffin showing up, but she’d bugged his phone just in case you called him for help.”
“What about the mission that went wrong? Did she have anything to do with that?”
“No. It was Xavier’s fault. He was given false information. He called off the locals, but not until you were shot. How is your wound?”
“Healing. I’m fine. Victoria is a good nurse.”
They drove for several more long hours and all of their stomachs were growling from lack of food. Jacobson refused to stop anywhere, even at a rest stop where there were vending machines. “I’ll have to install a fridge in this thing and keep it stocked for emergencies like this one. I hope one of you can cook when we get there. I can’t even make coffee in a coffee maker.”
They finally arrived. Jacobson killed his lights about two miles before he turned off a major highway, and then he took a gravel road to another gravel road, which led to a cabin hidden from view by a heavy span of trees. “I’d rather you didn’t use any flashlights if you can see well enough with the moonlight.”
“Lead the way; we’ll follow,” Griffin stated, not about to let the kid know that both he and Victoria had excellent night vision. He made a play of helping her and stumbling a bit himself to make it look real. He also had his hand on his gun, and he knew that his little wife had her gun in her hand as well. They would not be taken off guard.
Victoria was relieved when they went inside and checked out the place that no one was waiting inside to attack them. There was a nice lounge area with a fireplace. It appeared cozy. There was a small galley type
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