Page 47 of Boomer
Bash’s voice cut again, low and deliberate. “Kid, you have eyes like an eagle and the angle chops of Einstein. That’s a trajectory I didn’t see. I’ll take this building. A different but viable line of sight in case we’ve got an obscured target. You’ll have two sets of eyes watching the mezz while you clear the floor.”
Iceman gave a short nod. “Copy that. Colonel?”
“We have a sound tactical plan,” Lockhart said. He looked at Taylor, who was still on the phone, her body taut. “Let’s see what MAOC has to say. Esteves is very aggressive.”
Taylor hung up, turned, and faced the room. Her chin was lifted, her tone steady.
“MAOC has green-lit the tracker.”
Colonel Lockhart studied her. “This is a big swing.”
Taylor gave him a bold smile. “Esteves said, and I quote, ‘If that ship slips our noose, it’s your butt on the hook.’”
A dry chuckle rippled through the room.
Bash said, “We’ve got your back, Tay.”
She nodded at him coolly. “So here’s the plan.” She looked at Iceman first. “With your approval, Master Chief, Boomer, and I will execute the dive and place the RFID tag on the hull. Once we’re out of the water, we’ll circle to the port side and ingress through the secondary breach point.”
Boomer gave a small nod. She was already brushing up on breaching methods, and it showed.
Taylor turned the laser pointer to the screen. “Forge will lead the main force on mechanical ingress at the front. Breakneck and Bash will set overwatch on the mezz from opposing angles.
“Wait,” Breakneck said. “You were on the phone. How did you?—”
“I’m always listening, Petty Officer.” Taylor’s voice didn’t waver, and damn if she wasn’t the sexiest damn thang. “Boomer and I will execute a break-and-rake entry from the rear window, neutralize hostiles, and secure the back quadrant. That minimizes reinforcement flow and gives us a corridor for sweep and extraction.”
Boomer felt it like a damn punch to the chest. Break-and-rake she said confidently, like it wasn’t the first time the term had crossed her lips. Like she’d studied the technique, understood the rhythm, the risk, the kind of breach it took to enter through glass without losing a man or momentum.
Damn, he loved her brain. That precision. That bite. That beautiful, tactical mind in that fire-haired body.
He didn’t let it show. Just gave a small nod, sharp and low. Inside he was already halfway to dropping to one knee and proposing with a pair of bolt cutters.
Freaking woman was speaking his love language and she didn’t even know it.
Iceman said, “Sounds like we’ve got a plan.” His voice was level and low. “Gear check, then stack your z’s. We move at 2100. You’re no good to me if you’re fogged when the breach blows. MAOC will provide interior schematics and thermals up to entry. No inside air readouts, so kit up masks.”
Everyone began filing out of the room, voices low, boots heavy with the weight of what came next. Orders were clear. Assignments locked.
Boomer didn’t move. He waited near the door, shoulder propped against the frame, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on one person.
Taylor approached, all cool efficiency and high-command grace, but he caught the flicker, her pulse, just there at her throat, kicking like she wasn’t nearly as composed as she pretended to be.
He leaned down, his voice a soft murmur just for her. “You can break-and-rake me anytime,KommissarRed.”
Her sharp jab to his ribs stole his breath in a grunt of laughter, the sound low and too damn pleased.
God, he loved this.
Wantedher.
His smile turned dangerous.
Fuck,this woman was going to be under him damn soon. Not just metaphorically. Not just tactically. Under him—hands clutching, mouth open, that fire-lit skin arched against his, his dick so deep in her, finding those pressure points, making her crazy with pleasure, fucking her until she cried out his name.
Just like that, she caught his gaze. She saw it. Felt it. That ghost of a thought hit her like a whisper against bone, and nowshewas the one who looked like she'd taken the jab to the ribs.
Whatever they were heading into next, she already knew they’d make it out. When they did,he was coming for her.
