Free Blind Rage: Team Red, Book 4 by T Hammond Page B

have to admit mole is appropriate due to your blindness. And, they are kinda cute.”
     
    I glared over my shoulder at him. “Moles are ugly rodents with pointy little rat-faces.”
     
    “Moles are a unit of measurement,” Lenny added. “You are central to the Team Red unit.”
     
    “Moles also infiltrate into opposing territory. They are the ultimate secret weapon,” Kirsch pointed out.
     
    “If we really wanted to emphasize ugly rodents, we could have gone with batgirl,” Fritz said, naming another blind vermin, from the relative safety of across the room.
     
    I lifted a brow in his direction, “Mighty brave from way over there, Mr. Lieb. Batgirl indeed.” It was hard to hold back a smile as the men teased me, but I think I retained a straight face. “Okay, so Bas is Player. I’ve heard Frost called Iceman, and Jaspar is Jazz. You guys call Fritz, Lover, which I’ve assumed was a play on lieb being German for love? Henry is Jeeves, probably something to do with his efficiency. So those names are easy enough to figure out. What about Eddie?”
     
    “Eddie is called Spook. That fucker, err, sorry ma’am, I mean Eddie, can seemingly show up out of nowhere. One minute you think you’re alone, the next second there’s this Indian-lookin’ dude crouching beside you sharpening his big-ass hunting knife. First time he did that to me, he scared the bejesus out of me.” Lenny’s tone was mystified. “I never heard him coming.”
     
    “I’m just that good,” Eddie said smugly. He must have startled someone other than me, as I heard a cup hit the countertop too hard, and “crap” was muttered under someone’s breath. I knew Eddie’d left the kitchen, but I hadn’t heard him return either.
     
    “Case in point,” Lenny sighed, accepting the mystery for what it was. Native American magic.
     
    “How does he do that?” Kirsch huffed. “It’s the damnedest thing.” I could almost see him shaking his head in disbelief.
     
    This was a very enlightening conversation. “Has Henry always been Jeeves, or did he have a different one when he was active service?” I asked, still grinning over Eddie’s stealth.
     
    “We don’t know what Henry’s call name was—he’s not sayin’, so we call him Jeeves since he takes care of the supplies and special orders. The man has a talent for finding the most obscure items,” Bastian explained. “The joke in the cave is, ‘If we don’t have it, Jeeves has it on order.’ Somehow he anticipates what we want before we know to ask for it.”
     
    “Bloody miracle-worker, is what he is. I was trying to track down a specific type of headset for three frickin’ days, and he finds it in five minutes with one phone call,” Russ complained. “I plan to steal him back from you, Bas.”
     
    I took pride in Henry’s contribution. As our employee, he wouldn’t have the same job complexity he experienced when he worked for the Wild Horse crew, but he’d fit seamlessly into our household. I was so pleased to have him as a new, honorary family member. “Good luck, Russ. He’s not simply on Team Red’s payroll, he’s considered part of the family. We’re happy he’s able to work so well with the Mustangs, but I’ll be mighty ticked off if you try to steal him.”
     
    “Miss Teresa is correct, sir,” Henry interjected, falling back on more formal address. “I’ve found a home here with her and Sebastian, and I plan to stay. Though, I will admit, I enjoyed the challenge of finding your supplies.”
     
    “Challenge,” Russ harrumphed. “It took you one call and a few minutes. If you want a real challenge, I have a list below stairs. Maybe you’ll be more successful finding some of the surveillance hardware I want for the compound. It’s not available to the public yet, and the company is giving me a six-to-nine-months shipping date.”
     
    Bas kissed the top of my head, and gave me a quick squeeze. “I know you and Red need to head out to the