Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Why would you need to have me recalled? Why not just call me, I would have come.” I asked perplexed.
“We tried. Apparently, the brass no longer wants civilians that aren’t in a contract with the government working on anything that has to do with National Security, and that takes months of fucking paperwork, and we don’t have that time to waste.” Layne explained.
I nodded in understanding. The government was really starting to crack down on certain matters. That’s the whole reason most of the men from our team got out when they did. They were tired of the bureaucracy bullshit. “Alright. What am I allowed to do to him?”
The she-devil snorted in derision, and I continued to ignore her. The men however seemed to think it was humorous and a few chuckles rent the air. It was a legitimate question though. Everything depended on how fast the information needed to be obtained. Over the years, I’ve honed my skills, and planned going in how far I was willing to go.
“Whatever it takes.” Layne said simply.
“He won’t be able to get it done. Then what are you going to do?” SD scoffed.
“O’Hare, you have a lot to learn.” Layne chided.
“He hasn’t even been in the military for over a fucking year. He’s rusty and out of practice. What can he do-” O’Hare was saying before I lost the control on my patience and reacted.
O’Hare was sitting across the room from me, sitting behind the table with her arms crossed over her chest. I didn’t let that stop me though. One second I was leaning against the wall and the next I had O’Hare pinned to the chair. Around the room, I could feel the men tense. They reacted, but it was too slow. I already had O’Hare in a position that didn’t bode well for her future if she decided to fuck with me anymore.
“Let me tell you something, little girl. I’m in better shape now that I was when I was eighteen and finished with boot camp. I could kill you right now, get away, and none of these men could do a single fucking thing to stop me. I’m not fucking you, and you’re not my sister, so I don’t have to deal with your shit. Why don’t you check that attitude of yours, because I’m extremely tired of hearing the trash that is spewing from your mouth. Are we clear?” I asked.
She reared back her head, and I knew what was about to come. Letting go of her left hand and transferring it to my right, I swung my hand up and turned her face before she could spit at me. I just laughed. Obviously, she thought I was joking, but I wasn’t.
“That’s enough,” Layne said. “O’Hare, I think it would be best if you sat this one out. It’s obvious to me that you can no longer keep detached from this project.”
I let her go, and returned to my position across the room, resuming my relaxed position. This time I crossed my feet though, showing her that I didn’t see her as a threat in the slightest. O’Hare continued to argue, but got nowhere. She stormed from the conference room in a flurry, and I was grateful that I didn’t have to deal with her anymore. There was nothing worse than having someone on your team you couldn’t trust.
“Thank you, Baby Jesus.” The man with the lightest of bulk said.
There was a round of agreement that followed in that statements wake, and I cracked a smile for the first time since I left Payton standing on the tarmac.
Chapter 3
You can trust your dog to guard your house, but never trust your dog to guard your sandwich.
-T-shirt
Payton
“Who did you say you were again?” I asked with a large amount of confusion.
“My name is Claudia. I’m here to start training you with Alpha.” She said gesturing to the massive German Shepherd that was sitting fancily at her side.
I hunkered down, ass to the back of my legs, and regarded the beautiful boy. He was pure black. Not a hint of brown shown over his entire coat, and he was gorgeous. Normally when you think of German Shepherds you think about the brown and black coat, but this big boy only had the coarse hair, pointy ears, and long nose that was synonymous with Germans, but with a pure midnight coat.
He looked at me with an intelligence that quite frankly freaked me out a little. “I’m sorry to say that I didn’t order a dog. Not that he’s not pretty stinkin’ awesome, but I would hate to take him when he’s not really mine.”
My moral code at times can be iffy, but I draw the line at stealing someone else’s badass dog. The longer I stared, the larger he seemed to get.
The tall sable haired woman, Claudia, smiled a breathtaking smile and then said, “Max said you would do this. Sol told me that Max arranged for the dog, and to get him here as soon as possible. You were in luck, I was doing a police training seminar in Lubbock with Alpha, and could just zip right on over within a couple hours. I was supposed to deliver him next week, but we didn’t see any point in boarding him on a plane just to be shipped right back the next week.”
“Oh, my God. I’m going to kick his ass. Do you know how to get to Iraq?” I asked facetiously.
The man was relentless. He’d been gone for two and a half days, and already he’d called me more than he had in the past month when he was here. He’d asked multiple times how I’d been sleeping, but I never told him the whole truth. Yes, I slept, but not very well. I’d gotten a little over eight hours total in the last seventy two hours, which was not conducive with work, or functioning for that matter.
He’d asked me repeatedly to move into his place, but I was adamant that I stick it out, get over the hang-up I had with being alone. Somehow, he knew that I was lying though; he knew I wasn’t sleeping.