The campaign smile was gone. It was all Senator Hunt could do to keep his expression neutral as his displeasure grew. But Ronan could clearly see the fury in his eyes  as he turned away from the door after the third set of knocks. He reached into the breast pocket of his suit and withdrew a cell phone, dialing a number and pressing the phone to his ear.

"Where is my daughter," he said in a low voice to whomever had picked up the phone, very still as he listened to the answer. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Give me the address," he then said, his phone almost immediately vibrating with a text message as he pulled it away from his ear. "Change of plans gentlemen. We're going to a school."

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Ronan didn't like being around children. It wasn't that he was opposed to children nor the practice of having them, but it gave him a sick feeling in his stomach to be around such innocence. If he could help it, he never went on assignments that involved them. His eyes tightened at what memories he did have. The rest of his expression remained blank as he followed the senator and his Secret Service into the school building, an elementary by the looks of it, and remained silent as he listened to him talk with one of the people working in the front office. He had removed his shoulder holster and both guns before they had arrived, stowing both in a hidden compartment underneath his car seat, so he at least had that. As the woman to whom the Senator had been talking picked up a phone, Ronan was carefully concentrating on studying the room, hands in his pockets to appear as casual as possible.

"Hi Giselle, it's Megan. Sorry to bother you, but... your dad is here to see you," the woman was saying, nervously brushing a few strands of her mousey brown hair out of her eyes. "He says it's [I]very[/I] important."