“Why did you push her like that?” Clint felt as ragged as Nika looked. She was passed out on the starboardside cabin floor cocooned in blankets, her face pale with exhaustion as the storm roared outside almost as loudly as the now silent LCAC’s engines.
Sly didn’t glare at him or snarl back as Clint deserved.
Instead he simply looked down at his sacked out petty officer.
“You’re a Ranger, Clint. You know about training past limits.”
He did, and that was more effective than any snarl. Clint was arguing with a man he liked and trusted about the training methods he was using on his own crew. And Sly was right.
Much of Ranger training was about discovering what actually was possible, rather than what he had thought he could do. A 10k hike with a full pack? How about twenty-five? Or lead a
