Chapter FourPresent Day, June 13, 2330 Hours (Panama Local Time)
Even after two years, Danny never quite understood what had hit him that day. The shock of Carmen striding down the flight’s ramp like she owned Fort Rucker had been visceral. When she’d slammed into him it had become physical as well. He’d had no extra attention span to even try to recover—he’d simply toppled over.
He’d looked up at the vision of Woman standing over him. Serious curves under a black t-shirt and camo pants. The finer qualities of her figure only emphasized by the heavy duffle she wore backpack-style, pulling her shoulders back. Topped off by a Night Stalkers helmet painted with a flamenco dancer in a flirty red skirt on the side.
Carmen from the opera by Bizet.
It had unquestionably been the new crew memb
