Double Cross (Hard Target Book 1) by James Silver

Author:James, Silver [James, Silver]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silver James Books
Published: 2015-07-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

THREE MONTHS. And Duke just thought the six-month-long BUD/S training for the SEALs had been tough. He had no idea how the strictly human members of the Hard Target team were still alive. The two Wolves were tough—stronger, faster, and as Dalton said, they took a lickin’ and kept on tickin’, plus they healed much faster than a human.

He, Tank, and Dalton excelled in the water—thanks to their special abilities. While he was the most out of shape due to forced inactivity based on his injury, even the other two former SEALs were whipped by the time everyone crawled into their bunks at night.

Mother had moved them to an unoccupied key, one that reminded him of SEAL Team Atlantis’s former base. Hard Scrabble Key didn’t have much going for it besides a couple of huts, white sand, and the ocean.

Uri Ben-Asher joined them about a week after Duke received full medical approval to train. He brought with him a very large Belgian Melanois dog, named Moshe, and a Barbary falcon the Israeli called Golda. Duke discovered Uri’s absence was explained by his need to retrieve the critters from Jerusalem.

Introducing Moshe to Kin and Lochlan in their wolf forms had been interesting. That’s when the team learned the full extent of Uri’s abilities. The tall, quiet man with dark hair and eyes that resembled his raptor could communicate mentally with both his K-9 partner and the falcon, and with the Wolves in their canid forms as well.

As Duke got his strength back and the team learned to work together, he discovered he belonged there. His life had meaning again. Purpose. Working with the team felt like coming home in a sense. Tank and Dalton looked to him for orders out of experience and habit. The Air Force guys had been officers so they technically outranked him, but they had their own established chain of command based on area of expertise, and it worked out for the team to follow suit. As time passed, the rest of the team accepted his leadership in the water and during ground exercises.

Mother finally sent Bear with a boat to pick them up. Rumor had it a mission was brewing, but like waiting for a storm to hit, the anticipation had the whole team antsy. Most days were spent working out or at the gun range. Nights were spent carousing at Mother’s or like, tonight, gathered around the pool at the Barracks in a ritual of male bonding—which tonight meant beer, steaks, and poker. Except for Tank, who sat off to one side reading.

Tank was a big bear of a man. He handled large caliber weapons like they were Nerf guns with hands the size of small hams when he fisted them. Tank was the guy you wanted on your side in a bar fight. While slow to anger, he never pulled punches—physical or verbal. And Dalton loved to poke the sleeping bear.

“Dude. Seriously?” Dalton kicked the glass and wrought iron coffee table just hard

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