“With what?” Dodge asked. “A tank? A bulldozer?”

“That would release the virus.” He scratched his head. “A lockpick would work.”

“You can pick a lock?” Dodge asked.

“Um, SEAL. We don’t just kick in doors. But I left my kit at home, so . . . what do you know about the door? Inward, outward?”

“Inward.”

Could be a kick, or two. But if it was a steel door, he’d need something with more heft. And once inside . . . “We need masks. And yes, a weapon would be stellar, but not necessary.”

“I’d like to not go in there blind and barehanded.”

Ranger looked at him. “Sometimes this is all we get, bro. We go in blind. Use our instinct. Trust each other. God.”

“I know. Don’t get me wrong, I’m in. I just need a second to dial in here.”

“Let’s find something to breach with, something heavy—”

“What are you breaching, sailor?”

He stilled and Noemi practically materialized in front of him, only her yellow shirt a beacon, along with her beautiful smile.

He didn’t know why, but he pulled her against him, hard. A one-armed hug. Kissed the top of her head. “You’re safe.”

“Of course I’m safe. What’s— Wait. Did you find Tae?” She pushed away from him. “I had a weird hunch when I didn’t find you back in the stands, so I grabbed a security guard.”

Oh no.

But the man who stepped up behind her out of the dark could have been Noemi’s very well-built big brother. Pete Sutton shoulders, solid, and a set to his chin that seemed like he wasn’t afraid to do some damage.

“Abe Marshall,” the man said and held out his hand.

Ranger shook his meaty grip. “We need something to breach the door of the hangar.”

“Why?”

“We need to get inside.”

He cocked his head.

“Listen,” Ranger said, “our friend—a woman—went missing, and we know a guy took her in there.”

Dodge looked at him, and Ranger sent him back an ix-nay on the errorist-tay.

Abe gave him a look. “How about keys?”

“You have keys to the hangar?” Dodge asked.

“I do,” he said in a low baritone. “I can open the door for you.”

“No.” Ranger pressed a hand to the big man’s chest.

Abe looked at the hand, and Ranger removed it.

“Okay, it’s not just a domestic scuffle . . . there’s reason to believe—”

“The guy has a bioweapon, and we think he’s going to deploy it here,” Dodge said.

Ranger turned to him. “Really?”

“Yes.” Dodge faced Abe. “Our brother is in there, as well as some drones that we think are armed with a deadly virus. And if they get out into the open—”

Abe held out the keys. Dodge took them.

“Can I borrow your weapon?” Ranger asked. Not exactly a peashooter. The man wore a blocky 9mm Ruger P on his hip.