Page 30 of The Lost Soldier
“Brought one in? No. But I know I can.”
“That’s dangerous, sir,” another man chimed in.
“So is ambushing a North Korean hostile camp in hostile territory, on an unsanctioned mission,” Brett said, pressing his hands on the table. “None of you men have to do this. You are free to go.”
“We’ve got nowhere else to be right now,” one man said.
“Scottie’s in there,” another man said.
“So, what do you want to bring in?” Chad asked.
“For starters, we bring Scottie a handgun.” Brett tapped the drawing of the house. “He’s being held in the dining room. Tied to a table. Beaten up pretty bad, but still very alert.”
“You viewed the house? Savanah?” Chad asked, staring at Brett. The idea that he was Chad’s brother slammed into his heart, exploding his pulse into a wild frenzy. Brett had the same eyes. The shape of their nose was identical. They way in which Brett leaned over the table, identical to Chad. The similarities too much to ignore.
“She’s unharmed.”
“How long ago?”
“Snapped back about five minutes before you arrived.” Brett placed a comforting hand on Chad’s shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.
“So, a gun, and maybe a knife, too, for Scottie,” Chad said.
“And instructions for Savanah once the raid starts.”
“Just exactly how do you plan on getting these items in the hands of Scottie and Savanah without being detected?”
“Remember when I took your knife off the desk?”
“Yeah. It disappeared, sort of. I mean I still saw it, only more as a hologram than an object.” It was hard to believe that happened less than a week ago. Chad’s life had changed drastically in that moment. He could no longer deny who and what he was. Then Savanah came waltzing back into his life, making him want all those things he’d done his best to bury.
“The same has to old true for the opposite,” Brett said.
“But the object will come in plain view once you leave it, and in order to hide it on the person you’re giving it to, you’ll have to cross organic material.”
“I know, which will probably make me useless for a bit when I snap back, but I can stay in the view and guide you until we have our men and Savanah out of there.”
“I’m in,” Chad said, taking a deep calming breath, doing his best to restore his heartbeat to something remotely normal. He needed to keep his head in the game and focus on the mission.
“I’ll start my view. Once I have the objects in place, I’ll signal you.”
“How will you do that, sir?” one of the men asked.
“Telepathically to me,” Chad said.
“In a view? That’s not possible,” the same man said.
“It is for us,” Chad said, staring at Brett. “One of the perks of being brothers.” By the time Chad had turned eight, he figured he’d never see a blood relative ever, much less a brother. Three brothers, actually.
One of which he knew without a doubt was Hunter.
We need to get Hunter and Savanah out of there,Chad projected to Brett.I know he’s one of our other brothers.
Brett nodded.Maybe he knows who the fourth is.
Chad opted to keep his vision to himself about who the fourth brother could be. He’d have that conversation after they saved the one brother who needed them right now.
And the woman he loved.
