C.J. Miller - Delta Force Desire

“Except Incognito managed to find me,” Kit said.

“This is a challenge you’ll enjoy.”

A thrill traced through her at the idea of getting back into the game against a real competitor. “I didn’t work on the Locker alone. I need people with very specific skill sets.”

“Tell me where to find them.”

She took great joy in speaking her next words. “Gamer Con.”

“The video game convention?” Griffin asked.

She had attended whenever possible, three times in the past decade. She’d loved it every time. “Yes, a video game convention. Thousands of the world’s biggest computer and gaming enthusiasts packed into one conference center. The place will be humming with talent.”

Griffin ran a hand through his hair. He seemed resigned, but not excited. “Tell me how to get tickets and I’ll clear it with Connor.”

* * *

The flight from their meeting with Connor West to Las Vegas, Nevada took less than an hour. It took three times that to make the security arrangements and convince Connor West that Kit’s plan was safe and would have a positive outcome.

Gamer Con was the world’s biggest video game enthusiast convention. Kit hadn’t attended in a number of years, but she had a few online friends skilled at hacking who would be there.

The easiest part about Gamer Con for Griffin and Kit’s cover was the ability to blend. Gamers wore jeans and T-shirts as well as costumes of favorite video game characters. Incognito had been targeting events like Gamer Con looking for members of the Locker project. Griffin was on high alert.

“Have you ever played a video game?” Kit asked Griffin as he parked his car in the multilevel garage behind the hotel.

“I have,” he said.

“Recently?”

“Not recently. A shooting game isn’t as fun when I’ve been involved in the real thing. When I’m not working, I don’t like to handle a gun or pretend I’m handling a gun.”

“Not all video games are violent and involve guns,” Kit said, though most of the ones she played did have elements of fighting, even if it was with fantasy weapons.

“If we need to play games here, I can hold my own. Don’t worry about me.”

She wasn’t worried about him. Everything she had seen about Griffin spoke to how competent and capable he was. “I ordered costumes from a local boutique and paid the rush fee for them to arrive today. They should be waiting for us at the front desk.”

“Costumes?” Griffin asked. “What’s wrong with what we’re wearing?”

“To hide from Incognito, we can dress as our favorite video game characters,” she said.

“I don’t have a favorite video game character,” he said.

“My favorite video characters,” she clarified.

“I’m not wearing a tutu,” he said.

She smirked at the idea of him in a pink tutu, the pure ludicrousness of his six-foot-something muscled self crammed into a delicate tulle skirt. “I would never be so cruel to you.”

A woman and man with their faces painted green and wearing purple latex jumpsuits walked by.

“Oh. Okay. I got it,” Griffin said. “Who will we dress as? Want to give me a clue?”

She wouldn’t ruin the surprise or give him a chance to protest. “You’ll see.” Seeing Griffin dressed as a video game hero held an enormous appeal. He could rock the buff bad boy look better than most of the men she knew. He had that even without the costume.

They slipped on their sunglasses. Anyone recognizing her was unlikely, and while she was at Gamer Con, she would use only her most recent online alias, Orchid. Lotus was dead, and if Kit wanted to survive this, it needed to stay that way.

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