"Just trust me, lovie."

That was all John said to you before ushering you out of his office a week ago. You'd walked right out like an obedient mutt, not looking behind you at the monitor with the mission debrief opened. If you had turned around, you would've seen your ex-husband's name in bolded letters.

You wish you had. It'd spare you the shock of seeing him, the man who has caused you nothing but agony, step out of a helicopter with the rest of the task force and Shepherd like an equal, not a captive.

Just trust him. And you did. Now Vladimir Makarov is back, and that can only spell out trouble for you.