Mountain of Evil: Trident Security Omega Team: Prequel by Samantha A. Cole

Author:Samantha A. Cole [Cole, Samantha A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-04-15T03:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

Darius stretched in his sleeping bag, then listened to the sounds around him. His internal clock told him it was around 0630 hours. He heard murmuring coming from the clearing next to the rock shelter they’d slept under. Tents had been out of the question for this training mission since it was highly unlikely they’d have them during a real one. Glancing around, he saw Romeo and Skipper still supine with their eyes shut, but the spaces Abbott, Foster, and McCabe had slept in were now empty. While he’d love to close his eyes for another ten or fifteen minutes, his bladder couldn’t wait.

This weekend was a lot more pleasurable than the last one. He’d been stuck on the “princess” detail which sucked royal donkey shit. Princess Tahira had attended a big gala at the Tampa Museum of Art with her parents, brother, and a few members of their extended family. Darius had drawn one of the short straws and been assigned to Tahira. She was a huge flirt with her single bodyguards, and could be a first class brat when she wanted to be—which was more often than not. The gorgeous twenty-four-year-old was off-limits to anyone employed or contracted by Trident—and she knew it too. But that didn’t stop her from propositioning anyone not wearing a wedding ring or who she knew was engaged. However, Boss-man seemed to have a soft-spot for the princess, always greeting her warmly, and Darius had no idea why. All he knew was it was a pain in the ass to guard her and brush off her advances at the same time. More than once he’d ended up with a twitching cock around her. He’d have to be dead or gay not to have a reaction to the exotic beauty.

Crawling out of his sleeping bag, he checked his boots for spiders before pulling them on. They’d all slept in their camos last night as if it were a real mission. The only spare clothing any of them had was socks and they’d probably all be ripe for a shower when they got back to civilization some time tomorrow morning. It was colder than a witch’s tit, but in an hour or so, as the sun rose higher in the sky, it would be much more comfortable. He shook out his jacket and pulled it on.

After a quick trip into the woods to pee like a racehorse, he returned to where Abbott and the others were eating their choice of MREs for breakfast. McCabe’s bag was sitting on a rock, and Darius shuffled through the meal packages the man had been carrying until he found one tagged Maple Sausage. The meat, if that’s what you wanted to call it, wasn’t the greatest, but the maple muffin top and trail mix that came with it were pretty good, in addition to some cheese and crackers he’d save for later.

He sat on a rock next to McCabe. “How far to the next rock face?”

“About three klicks.” Translated, that was just under two miles.

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