Monday. Task Force Headquarters. Washington, DC.
LOGAN'S HEAD WAS ABUZZ with the dozen or so tasks he had to accomplish today. All while making sure his guys didn't make fools of themselves.
They were all in over his head.
It had always seemed like the FBI and CIA agents didn't do much, and that the bulk of the heavy lifting fell to Logan and his team. Now he knew how wrong that assumption had been. Filling in while the agents were secluded was stretching the boundaries of what he felt comfortable doing. Hell, he wasn't even technically law enforcement, yet it seemed like that was the role he and the guys were falling into. And they didn't know all the rules. At least not yet.
He strode toward the lab, ready to get this damn meeting over with and on to whatever came next.
"TL," Evan called out.
Logan paused and turned.
Evan jogged toward him. Out of all of them, Evan had settled into wearing a suit the easiest. It fit him better somehow.
"How'd it go?" Logan asked.