Target

Nez was waiting for him on the tarmac when Christopher Hargrave arrived on location and she handed him a file as he took the last step off the jet. He frowned at the US Marshals' star printed across the file as he flipped it open.

"We're still trying to find out who the target was before she was Naomi Hyland, but now we know she's under protective custody."

Chris made a small sound of acknowledgment as he flipped through. "Exact location?"

"Two pages in. I have a team assembled and we're ready on your go."

Dark blue eyes scanned the documents. He had hoped to have all the information in before going after this woman. He would have called Liz in on it to see if she had any thoughts, but Berlin's people had had ahold of his phone for a short stretch when he'd been there. He didn't trust that it wasn't being watched, and the last thing he wanted to do was paint a target on her.

He sighed, keeping his voice low. "Discretely contact Liz. Let her know what's going on and get answers. I don't want to deliver this woman to the nut job without them."

Nez paused. "And the op?"

"I'll take lead. Too many eyes and ears to leave this to chance."

As predicted, Nez had everything set up and ready for him. It was the reason he trusted her to get to get answers.

What was left of Grey Matters was bolstered by a few hand-picked operatives out of Halcyon, but Chris had always been slow to trust. It took years for his team to build what they had and outsiders, no matter how talented, were going to be loyal to the company before him, and the last thing he needed was trouble from his mother in this. The less she knew the better.

Naomi Hyland and her husband were at home, which made things easy. Part of the team slipped around the back while Christopher led the team in front. The door came in easily, startling the couple that were in the kitchen. Naomi, though, looked less afraid and more irritated as Chris approached, a mask covering his face. She squared her shoulders and tilted her chin up. "Did he send you? Did he finally find me?"

Chris didn't have a chance to respond before one of his Grey Matter operatives stepped forward, handing him a phone. He put it to his ear. "Yeah?"

"You're not going to believe this," Nez said sharply. "Naomi Hyland's real name is Carla Reddington."

His gaze shifted immediately over to the woman in question. She thought they were there because of Reddington. "I'll call you back in five," he told Nez before ending the call. He turned back to the two Grey Matters members. "Burks, Hernandez, you two are with me. The rest of you have the husband. You know what to do."

Frank Hyland looked terrified as masked Halcyon operatives led him away. They would take him out, drug him, and leave him a good ways from that place. He didn't know that though. As far as he was concerned, he was being marched off to his own death.

"And what about me?" Raymond Reddington's ex wife asked sharply.

Christopher watched her for a moment, studying her determination. "You're coming with me."