Michael looked at her for a moment, offered a nod.
Gail considered. It was less as if he was acknowledging her insight, and more as if he was confirming his own thinking about something.
“I was right about you.”
Then he was gone.
He was—
And then she remembered where she’d seen Colonel Michael Gibson of Delta Force before, though she’d had no idea that’s who he was. It had been years ago on the Reuben James where she’d been laughing at a grumpy ship’s captain wearing cranberry sauce down his dress whites.
That explained why she was here. Here on a Special Operations Force’s ship.
Gibson must have set a pre-request so that when her name had popped up as being available, the system had swept her out to the Peleliu.
She’d always heard that the number one qualification for being Specia
