As the last of the pizza disappeared down Gregori’s gullet, Hendrick leaned forward. “The General given us a day yet?”
“Yes.” The captain nodded. “Van de Hei leaves the labs in three weeks.”
“Van de Hei?” The name jogged a memory.
Jacobs pulled out a small wallet picture. “First name: Rico. New acquaintance.” A young man, perhaps late twenties, stood smirking at the camera. It looked like a casual picture, despite the white lab coat and the aluminum clipboard. “The General wants him safely away.”
Hendrick took the photo and scrutinized the kid’s face. “So, we nabbing Baldur’s pet first?”
Do Not Wrestle with the Aquarium Stud Shark
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