"Your guys were unable to track it?" Eliot shook his head. "Get this man a computer. He'll locate it within the hour." He had every faith that was true, after all, that was the kind of thing Hardison did.
"We do this, we do it my way. I don't want any interference from your guys." Eliot turned a hard glare on Pietro.
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