The Big Burn. Terry Watkins
very emotional and deep. But she fully intended to get rid of hers…one of these days.
She followed him out to the Humvee and jumped into the passenger seat.
Anna rubbed her eyes. “The training for all of this had better be good.”
He gave her a wry glance, then headed down the road.
When they’d gone a few hundred yards, he said, “We’ll get in about a thousand rounds.”
“What? I need that much?”
“It’s my job to prepare you the best I can. Besides, if you’re with me I want to know I’ve made you very comfortable with Heckler and Koch.”
“Who are they?”
“They are the assault weapons you’ll be married to until we’re extracted. A thousand rounds from now you’ll think you were born with them in your hands.”
“I’m so excited,” she said sarcastically. “How long does it usually take to train somebody for your line of work?”
“Couple years. Couple million rounds.”
“I’m going to be proficient with Heckler and Koch in a day? Yeah, right.”
“Familiar is the operative word. Proficient is a marriage of talent and practice we don’t have the time for. Just give it a chance, okay?”
She nodded.
They rode in silence for a time, then Brock glanced over at her. “You may or may not hit the bad guys. I just want to make sure you don’t shoot me should a crisis arise.”
Excuse me, she thought with an inner smile, but you, my friend, are way too necessary to my survival to shoot. “I’ll try not to.”
“What’s between you and the CIA?” Brock asked.
“Years of lies.”
“Then it must feel good to finally know the truth.”
“Is it?”
“You don’t believe that your father is alive?” He glanced over at her, a look of confusion on his face.
“I don’t know yet,” she explained. “I guess I do. It’s just such a shock, it’s hard to bring this whole thing into focus. If he’s really in trouble, I want to get him out of there. Once he’s safe, then I’ll go ahead and have whatever kind of joyful nervous breakdown it requires.”
“We’ll get him out,” Brock said. “Given your record and mine, I’d say as a team we might just be the best there is at extracting somebody from a very bad situation.”
Flattery no less. She wondered what the structure of his thought patterns might be. He never appeared condescending, like Verrill, which she found to be a bit of a shock. He didn’t seem to possess any really annoying macho mannerisms toward her. Anna had run into just about every variety of male as a smoke jumper. The heroes and the assholes. She was sure the military was no different. Brock was a mystery that didn’t look to be easy to unravel. He was charming, no doubt about that, but charm could be the most venomous of snakes. It always put women in a weak position. Anna liked to know who her friends and enemies were up front and the charmer never allowed that. They were the real high-stakes poker players in the game. The ones she had to look out for.
Another group of men appeared out of the jungle and jogged in single file across the road in front of them. These men wore jungle camouflage, carried weapons and had blackened faces. Brock slowed to let them get across the road and into the high grasses of the field.
“Why haven’t any females broken through this elite barrier yet?”
He gave her a sidelong glance with that enigmatic half smile of his.
“They have now.”
Watch this guy closely, Anna thought. He’s saying all the right things.
She was in trouble.
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