Page 5 of Delta Mission
She narrowed her gaze.
A squeaking noise interrupted the silence.
The woman with the spoon jerked a fraction. “No. No. It’s Abdul-Aziz. He’s back early.”
She spoke in Dari Persian.
The older woman snapped her gaze to the woman with the spoon. Her blue scarf shifted as she shook her head, and the terror in her eyes increased. The squeaking sound grew louder.
“Hey, you! Stop!” Channing yelled.
I crossed the room and ducked below the window. Inching up, I was just in time to see Channing run down the narrow gap between the two buildings opposite, chasing a man in a light blue tunic. The local man fired a gun wildly over his shoulder, but Channing didn’t even slow down.
A young shirtless boy on a tricycle watched them go and didn’t seem at all worried about getting hit by a bullet.
Trent stood next to the Hummer that he’d traveled to the village in, also watching Channing.
I couldn’t see any other soldiers. Or locals.
A loud crack split through the air.
Trent flew backward, slammed into the Hummer, and slumped to the dirt.
His head kinked to a ghastly angle. His eyes were wide. Blood plastered the side of his face and neck.
Jesus, he’s dead. Shit. Shit. Shit!
Ducking down, I glanced across the room.
Three women and the kids were gone.
What the hell!
The woman in the green scarf launched to her feet and shrieking, she charged at me with a knife.
CHAPTER 2
Wolf
Skidding to a halt,I spun around, clutching my rifle and crouched with my back to the wall. Trent was sprawled in the dirt with a bullet hole to his forehead. I didn’t need to check for a pulse to know he was dead.
“Son of a bitch!” I grabbed my mic. “Moose, Wildman, they have a sniper. Trent is down. I repeat, they have a sniper.”
A scream erupted from the women’s shelter.
Fuck! “Makenna!”
Through the window, Makenna fought with a local woman. Her high ponytail whipped around as she dodged a knife thrust toward her face. She kicked the local woman, and the bitch stumbled backward.
Go, Makenna.
The local woman yelled something in another language. I could only see her from the shoulders up, but her stance and her stern expression suggested Makenna had her weapon aimed at the woman.
Makenna could definitely handle herself. I’d done an exercise drill with her years ago when she was still in training, and she had some serious determination in her then. From what I’d seen today, she still had that determination, and then some. She’dfinished top of her class at Quantico. She was still super fit, and damn sexy. And should not be catching any of my attention.
She nearly ruined me nine years ago, and it took me too fucking long to get over her.
I didn’t need her fucking with my mind again now.
