Page 37 of Delta Mission
“Sit.” Ghost patted the doorway of the helicopter.
Too exhausted to argue, I did as she instructed.
She removed her gloves and held my right hand in hers. “So, how long have you two been together?”
She winked at me.
“Who?” I frowned.
“You and Channing. I saw that look—” She snapped my finger.
Gasping, I stared at my hand, but the pain was gone. My finger was fixed. “Huh, I’m impressed.”
She grinned. “Good.”
I caught movement over her shoulder and peered at a dark shadow. A black figure was running over a dune in the distance. It was a woman in a black robe. Her green scarf flapped behind her.
“Holy shit. That’s the woman.”
Ghost spun around.
I pointed to the murderer. “That’s the woman who killed Lyle.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. She must’ve come out of that tunnel at the rear of the drug lab.”
Channing nodded at me. “We need to get her.”
Ghost climbed into the helicopter and grabbed a massive rifle. “Give me room.”
Wasp came to Channing’s side, rubbing his hands together. “Watch this.”
“Stand back.” Ghost thumped Blade’s arm.
My attention was split between Ghost, who was peering through the lens of a rifle that was as big as her, and the robed woman. “She’s getting away.”
Blade shook his head. “No, she’s not.”
The air bristled. Everyone went silent.
The rifle boomed.
In the distance, the woman fell forward into a plume of sand.
“Holy shit!” Channing clapped his hands. “That’s one hell of a shot.”
Blade winked. “And that’s why Ghost is the best sniper in Australia.”
Ghost sat up and flicked her long blonde braid over her shoulder. “Now she won’t get away with murder.”
“Hey,” Wasp yelled, pointing down the street.
Another woman stepped out of a shelter. She had a child on her hip, and she held up her other hand.
The soldiers grabbed their rifles.
“No,” I cried. “Don’t shoot.”
