It was nearly midnight. The three teams had been met with a fourth local team based out of San Diego.
“When Alpha One said California, I didn’t think she meant the middle of the f*****g desert and I sure as hell didn’t think it would be this cold.” Lita grumbled through her headset.
“The desert gets cold at night, Beta Three,” Clara mocked her. “I did tell you to dress warm.”
“I could be wearing two sets of this thermal underwear and I still would be freezing. Can I light a fire now?”
Her question had the other fifteen women in their group giggling like fools. She was known to the San Diego team because every Bellona squad had been required to watch their mission from Bolivia. Her placement of explosives in the encampment they’d taken control of, which had been detonated by Arwen, was
