Chapter Twenty-One
The predawn light of Test Day pinked the sky outside his bunkroom window.
Nerves. SEALs had nerves, especially pre-mission nerves. They’d just trained to the point where they felt less nerves about a mission than tossing out a pick-up line in a crowded bar.
“Will she, won’t she” felt no different from “HALO jump from thirty thousand feet, take out Viktor Roskoff and any guards in your way, gather intel, and hike five klicks to extraction point alpha.”
But still the nerves were there.
Despite all his training, Stan’s nerves had been building throughout the week. Would he let down Mac? Would he disappoint the Teams? And what the hell was up with him and Jodie?
This morning he woke just as he’d gone to sleep. His back against the bunkhouse wall, Jodie spooned back aga
