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    “What is this?” Ellis mmed the documents down on the table, tapping them with long, sharp fingers. “Do you even understand who Brendan Hoffman is? You think it’s wise to go up against him with no weapons, no gear? Are you out of your minds?”


    He was livid. He never imagined they’d keep this from him.


    “It’s not a reckless attack,” Freya rified, trying to soothe the rising tension. She knew Ellis well enough to tread carefully. “It’s a calcted move.”


    “Didn’t thest time teach you anything?” Ellis’s voice turned ice-cold, and the air around them seemed to drop ten degrees. “I’m not letting you do this.”


    “Captain!” Freya’s voice cracked slightly as it rose.


    Ellis looked ready to lecture them into the ground—but then his eyesnded on Freya’s face, and something stopped him.


    He averted his gaze, forcing down the fury wing its way up. “That’s enough.”


    “But—”


    “If you’re so determined to go, wait until I get the damn report approved.”


    The room fell silent. They hadn’t expected that.


    “Even though I’ve stepped down as captain, because of my past position, I’m not allowed to leave the country for a few more years,” Ellis exined, his voice quieter now. He didn’t want to say it, but he couldn’t keep it in. “If I want to go abroad, I have to submit a report and get clearance first.”


    “But we don’t have time,” Freya said, frustration heavy in her voice.


    Ellis red up again. “Freya.”


    “Yes?”


    “Can’t you just listen to me for once?”


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    “It’s really toote,” Freya replied, softer now. She knew exactly why she hadn’t wanted him to find out in the first ce. “Why don’t you look over the n before you say no?”


    Ellis gave her a cial look but picked up the documents and began to read through them with precision.


    As he read, his face darkened with each page.


    Then he looked up, asking the question Freya herself had once asked. “How did Kristian get mixed up with Brendan?”


    “I don’t know,” Freya answered truthfully. “But this is our best shot. Brendan doesn’t know who I really am. To him, I’m just a face in the crowd. He won’t be watching me closely.”


    That was what gave her the edge—what gave her the nerve to go through with it.


    As for “K”, neither Brendan nor Natasha had the faintest idea who she really was. Only Ellis and Frederick knew.


    Ellis read on, his expression unreadable, his thoughts spinning as he tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.


    “Do you really have to do this?” he finally asked, his tone calmer now.


    Freya, Trent, and Frederick looked at one another and gave a firm nod. “We have to.”


    “I’ll make a call,” Ellis said, walking over to the window with the documents in hand. He dialed up an old contact.


    If he hadn’t stepped down, he could’ve filed the report himself. But now, he had to depend on someone else.


    Unfortunately, the call didn’t go through. The number was off.


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