Chapter 8
Jesse watched Hannah select a McMillan TAC-50 sniper rifle (with the scope optics he knew had not been released for civilian sale) and an FN-SCAR combat assault rifle.
“At least they don’t have the Delta-designed HK416,” she whispered. “I like that some things are sacrosanct.”
“Same with the Black Hawk. Topflight, but none of the Night Stalker customizations.”
They both took a pair of Glock 19s, night-vision goggles, extra batteries, extra ammo, a radio—and a spare—and extra batteries for those as well. He grabbed her before she could turn from the supply cabinet and handed her a couple of energy bars and a water bottle. From his pocket, he fished out a Tootsie Pop, unwrapped it, and stuffed it in her mouth.
It earned him a second kiss, sloppier and shorter than the first, b
