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“What if he isn’t here?”
“He is,” Luke tried to reassure her. It was past midnight and her restless flailing had kept them both awake. Seven stages down, they really needed the rest day tomorrow, especially if they didn’t get some sleep tonight.
He could hear Zoe was out at her limits. It was a time that every top sailor, and top soldier he supposed, reached. It was a tricky moment. How many strong fighters had he seen hit this wall and tumble back? It was why Hell Week thinned two-thirds of any SEAL class—it’s why Hell Week existed. People who couldn’t push through those limits might be dedicated fighters, but they’d never be true warriors.
Because of her skills as a pilot, she’d passed into the Night Stalkers, perhaps without ever having tested her limits. Well, driving The Dakar
