Chapter 9
“Don’t we get breakfast first?”
Ricardo knew that questions like Michelle’s only drove top trainers to push harder. It was clear that someone wanted them tired and hungry or they wouldn’t have put them on a redeye flight and then taken them straight to the shooting range.
Kee Stevenson hadn’t said a single word on the drive to Range 37 and now here it was. A low concrete block building, which he knew was just the locker rooms. On the far side was the armory.
Beyond that…Range 37.
It was the most intense live-fire range ever built by the military. It was as close as could be simulated to actual combat.
The trainers were relentless in keeping it realistic. When a soldier had died after trying to assault up a stairwell in Iraq, within two weeks Range 37 had an exact replica bu
