“Are we ready to go to McP’s?” Jen asked.
Laws nodded. “Holmes is already there setting things up.”
“Ruiz would rather we blow shit up than drink,” Walker said.
Laws smiled mischievously. “There might be some of that too.”
Yaya slid his mirrored sunglasses in place.
As they strode out the door, Walker couldn’t help commenting, “What worries me is that the spikes hurt Chi Long, but my bullets didn’t.”
“The spikes came from a supernatural creature. Maybe that’s why—maybe it could only be hurt by something supernatural,” Laws surmised. “But it’s Charlie Mike. Don’t dwell on something that’s over.”
“Sorry. I was just thinking. I mean, if my bullets didn’t hurt it, what makes us think that bombs did?”
They all turned and looked at each other.
“But the bombs cause fire,” Jen said. “Wouldn’t the fire kill him? I mean, nothing could have survived all those bombs, right?”
They all started walking again.
“God,” Walker said. “Let’s hope not.”
Suddenly they all stopped and turned. “Hoover!” Yaya shouted. “Get your ass in gear.”
The dog ran toward them, eager and happy as only a dog could be. She wasn’t bothered by her host of new scars, or the hundred sutures that banded her front legs. She was just happy to be home with her family, if only until the next mission.
As were they all.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
WESTON OCHSE has won the Bram Stoker Award for First Novel and been nominated for a Pushcart Prize for short fiction. He is a retired U.S. Army intelligence officer and current intelligence officer for the Defense Intelligence Agency. Visit Weston online at www.westonochse.com.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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SEAL TEAM 666. Copyright © 2012 by Weston Ochse. All rights reserved.
First Edition: November 2012