Tuesday. Everest Security Headquarters, Washington, DC.
LOGAN KNEW THE PARAMEDICS were just doing their job, but he was done being poked, prodded and questioned. He wanted a damn phone. He wanted answers.
How had they so narrowly missed their target? And where was everyone?
He squinted, trying to peer past all the lights to find a familiar face, but all he saw were officers. Tucker and the guys had been forced back once the fire department arrived to begin excavating him from the rubble. Logan hadn't heard or seen them since passing the files through for them to scan and get to the girls. He knew they wouldn't leave him behind technically speaking, but so much was happening at once.