Chapter 8
:Baseball, huh (query).:
Ricardo was moving up the aisle behind Anton, last to disembark.
He ducked down enough to see Michelle out one of the windows. The sunrise light lit her hair with deep reds and golds. She stood at the base of the short stairway and had her face raised to the sun like a worshipper. The most—
Then he saw what was behind her.
They’d landed at Pope Field on Fort Bragg, North Carolina. The home of Delta Force. The one place on earth that he least belonged anymore.
He was going to f*****g kill Gibson for sending him here.
I never signed up for this s**t!
:You never signed up for baseball (confused query).:
What the hell’s going on here? It was bad enough that he was losing his mind, but it seemed like now he didn’t even know if he was telepathying or n
