“Why didn’t DEVGRU ever pick her up?” He asked Luke, who was leaning on the fence nearby.
“There are over a thousand combat-duty SEALs. So give me a fuckin’ break, Corman. Didn’t know she existed or I damn well would have,” Luke sounded ticked.
Deploying the dogs from the ATVs was a non-issue. Racing over the lumpy pasture at forty miles-an-hour, the dogs gladly launched straight from the ATV to take down a bite-suit-clad handler who was pretending to run away. For a while, the group tested and developed techniques on what was most effective for both handler and dog.
Out at The Urban, they dropped another handler—a Delta named Varkov—except this time it was voluntary.
“I thought I was good, had it down with a dog, until I met these guys,” he nodded toward his fellow candidates. “These
