Chapter 18
Hard bed. Belly full of soup. Another charity mission.
Being dead meant no government draw. More importantly, being dead meant they couldn’t find him again.
But he had to find her.
So close.
He’d come so close, but she’d slipped out of his grasp even as he’d closed his fist. Not strong enough. Not fast enough.
His fists clenched until the pain throbbed from them, and still he couldn’t be sure it would be enough next time.
He needed more.
His training.
It too had slipped from his grasp. He knew better. Such a simple attack should have worked, but he hadn’t been trained to depend on should haves. He’d been trained to deliver results.
“Don’t run to your death!” Training had always harped on that. Take the time to plan.
He’d found his target, then acted rashly.
Yes.
But
