It wasn't so bad, really, unless you took into consideration the view of the bags being dragged out of the school. She was far enough off that the binoculars in her bag offered a distant view, but she saw them. She counted, and then she watched the agents set flame to the building that had been constructed less than six months earlier. It was a controlled fire, a gutting, and that solidified what she already knew.
This wasn't aboveboard.
The explosions had been terrorist. She didn't have any doubt there. She'd seen the torcher from her vantage point. She'd been out, doing a perimeter check, and the height helped in a way that little else did. She'd been there when the blow came, and she'd felt it before she heard it. The ground had shaken, and the branches had trembled. Flames, and then the explosion.
She'd been trained to survive, and it never occurred to her to run and save anyone. The explosion had started in the barracks; there was no one to save. And no one came out, even when the agents showed in their black cars. She watched the bags, and she wondered if any of them had been put down by CIA weapons. Wounded, maybe, but she didn't let herself think too long.
She'd made her way back to the safehouse, dirty and filthy and sleeplessness beneath her eyes.
She'd expected a barracks, but she got club med, and that almost made her grin. Leave it to Davis to be ostentatious when the last thing they should be was ostentatious.
She dropped into a chair, chapped lips and sweat, and she looked at the collected group. "They dragged twenty nine bags out of the school. I had thirty. I'm guessing the missing bag was a mole." She rubbed at her forehead, trying to remember all the details to get them out in one shot. "I saw the blast. It wasn't our guys, but our guys gutted the building after. They withheld information, and they let it happen. They were ready to respond too quickly for it to be otherwise. Listen," she sat forward, forearms on her knees, "I can get bodies mis-IDed. I can get us called as casualties, and our families informed. HQ can probably get us papers, new names, but that isn't for everyone. If anyone wants to risk it out there, now's the time to say so. Before we start planning things you might not want to be a part of."
Because she knew Davis was serious about doing something about this, and she was inclined to follow his lead. She could get funding. Brandon would pay, get them salaries, so long as they took up his causes. If HQ was onboard, he could run this show. She'd done this in Seattle, and the kid had done it in New York, and Corvus has more experience than anyone, and maybe it was time for a different kind of justice. But this was opt in, and she wanted to know where everyone stood.