Vance hesitated, his boots crunching on the salt-grit on the floor.

“I have two MPs at the end of the hall, Major,” Vance muttered.

“Then I suggest you go check their paperwork,” Hayes said.

She closed the door firmly in his face and turned the lock again.

“We have about five minutes,” Hayes said, turning back to us. “Vance is arrogant, but he isn’t stupid. He’ll call the commander’s desk to get the signature fast-tracked.”

“Reyes,” Jake said, his hand resting on the edge of the desk. “What do you need?”

“A secure drive,” Reyes said, looking around the small, sterile military office. “Something with at least sixty-four gigabytes of storage and a high read-write speed.”

I felt Owen stir against my chest, his small fingers grabbing at the zipper of my winter coat.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I remembered the small black pouch in my diaper bag.

I set Owen gently on the vinyl chair next to me, keeping one hand on his stomach.

With my free hand, I unzipped the side pocket of the canvas bag and reached past the baby wipes.