Now she did. She could see her new life. It wasn’t formed yet, but for the first time in years, it didn’t merely feel safe. It felt good. Really good.
Not that she was ready to tell Stan that.
In moments she was back in the helo, calling Bertram over to be fitted with a war dog vest. It was the full kit from K9 Storm in Canada, which were about twenty grand apiece. The Kevlar wrapped over his back, down the sides, and around his belly, protecting most of the vital organs.
It had an infrared light and camera sticking up above the spine high enough to see over his head—the pictures could be transmitted to a small wrist unit so that an operator could see what her dog did. The stalk also folded down in either direction in case the dog had to get in or out of a tight space.
The comms packag
