Brent helped Damien put on the earpiece.
“Once you give us the word, we will swoop in.”
Damien nodded his head. He wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to blindly follow orders and just walk into Noel’s lair alone. He already told Brent ahead of time what was going on, and he would have at least 100 men waiting outside of the location.
Once he gave them the code phrase, which was, “I love pasta,” Brent and the wolves he had gathered would be on Noel and his men before they knew it.
At the same time, Damien knew that a lot could go wrong. Something could happen, like the microphone to the earpiece wouldn’t work. Or this could be a trap, and Noel could have something up his sleeve. Something unexpected.
That was why Damien had ordered Brent to check and recheck that the earpiece was working.
