Page 10 of The Lost Soldier
Chad knelt down next to the North Korean Operative and snagged something between his fingertips.
The North Korean froze, staring at Chad.
She couldn’t tell if he was just stunned that Chad picked up whatever he had been trying to get, or if Chad let him know he could see their image. In a flash, the three men evaporated into thin air.
“They’re gone,” Chad said, holding up what looked like a coin of some kind.
“Can you follow them?” she asked.
“You mean remote view them? I have no idea, but for now, I’m more curious about what this means.” He turned, catching her gaze.
She gasped at the intensity of his stare. His lips pursed tightly together.
“What is it?”
“It’s a military challenge coin.”
“I don’t know what that is,” she said, unable to move closer as it would mean she would have to walk between the fallen soldiers, something she didn’t want to do.
“We trade them. I’ve got a Navy one, a SEALs one, and a couple from two different special divisions I’ve been involved in. This is one from the Projection Project.”
“So, you’re saying he traded one of his coins with someone from Brett’s organization?”
“Exactly.” Chad looked over his shoulder as the chopper swirled the air overhead, landing about a hundred yards away. A team of military investigators and medics jumped off the sides, followed by Scottie.
“Almost all of the Projection Project, as well as it’s governing body, G.A.C. is ex-military and came from all branches, so I don’t see how that is so unusual,” she said.
“It’s not by itself, but why would a North Korean Operative want it?” Chad stuffed the coin in his pocket as he made his way toward her with a scowl. He’d always been a serious man, with a serious expression, but over the last year, it turned more sour than serious.
“Maybe he’s collecting them?”
Chad shook his head. “Not a reason to risk coming back here. They wanted this coin for a reason. Maybe it has to do with mytwo surviving men.” He rubbed his chin between his index finger and thumb. “One of them, Hunter Knight, I’ve had visions about before.”
“What kind of visions?” she asked, sucking in her breath, holding it for a long moment, waiting for him to answer what she already knew in her heart.
Scottie jogged through the field, stopping just a few feet away from where she and Chad stood.
“Jesus Christ,” Scottie muttered, planting his hands on his hips. “Get these men covered up and in the helicopter, now!”
Chad held out his hand. “I wish we could have met under different circumstances.”
Scottie nodded. “You must be Savanah. I just got off the phone with Brett. Why didn’t he come over you?”
“Excuse me?” she asked, inching forward.
“This is no place for a woman,” Scottie said with a narrowed stare.
Chad laced his fingers around her arm, gently tugging her away from Scottie. “Lots of women in the field, now let’s work on finding our missing SEALs.”
“How did you find these men?” Scottie asked.
“Chad viewed them.” She left out the concept that he’d viewed them from inside her view because she figured Scottie wouldn’t value the intel.
I don’t trust him,she projected to Chad.
He didn’t respond.
“My team and I…” Scottie waved his hands in the direction of men working side by side with the medics, “…had a lock on them five miles over the North Korean border, but something happened, and we couldn’t locate our team at all. According to the people at the Projection Project, we’re dealing with a powerful group of psychics.”
