“This is getting way too real,” Katie whispered to Michelle as they sat on the beach, supposedly looking out to sea. A few hundred meters out, fisherman were pulling nets out of the water along a low headland. Pleasure boats didn’t seem to really happen here.
“Are you talking about the Russians or my dram-brother?”
“I was talking about the Russians.”
“Too bad,” Michelle sighed. “I was hoping for a distraction.”
Katie couldn’t blame her. At this moment, Ricardo and Hannah were breaking into the cable hut to disarm the IED.
Anton had spotted two booby traps. A simple one on the door and a not so simple one that probably listened for radios and cellphone signals.
To bypass the latter one, Ricardo and Michelle were using their telepathic link to communicate. Jesse was outside the hut on
