Storm Gathering: Scorpius Syndrome Book 4 by Rebecca Zanetti

Author:Rebecca Zanetti
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: RAZ INK LLC

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Greyson stalked out of the room, pissed beyond belief that he didn't get to finish his discussion with Maureen. He'd hoped they could agree and then spend the night exploring each other again. He had a raging hard-on and a fully blown temper when he met up with Damon.

Damon held up both hands, even though they were full of two bulletproof vests. “Whoa there, Rambo. Take a deep breath.”

Greyson growled.

“You sent scouts to set up a meet with the president, and apparently the guy doesn't sit around.”

Greyson stilled. “What the hell does that mean?”

“The meeting is in an hour in Lancaster,” Damon said grimly.

Greyson eyed him. “The president came to us. To meet.”

“Took a helicopter,” Damon affirmed. “Rumor has it, a big one with a lot of troops.”

Lancaster was about an hour inland. “They've had time to secure an area, that's for sure. Where do they want to meet?” His mind spun. If this were a trap, he might not make it back.

“Fox Field,” Damon said.

The airport? Fuck. Plenty of sniper positions at the small regional airstrip. It was a good choice. “If things go south with the meeting, we can steal a helicopter,” he mused.

Damon handed over a vest. “You know how to fly a chopper?”

“No, but I could figure it out if I had to.” Probably. Who the hell knew? Grey shrugged into the vest, jogging toward the armory. “We can afford to take teams from here in two Humvees. I'll need automatic weapons and two of the rocket launchers.”

Damon nodded. “I'll get the shortwave radios.”

Grey paused. “I need you to stay here.”

Damon stopped cold. “Not a chance. I have your back.”

Ah, hell. “Exactly.” Grey turned toward his best and pretty much only friend. “This is a crazy mission, and there's a chance Atherton will just put a bullet in my head and be done with it. If that happens, somebody must lead the Mercs. It has to be you.”

Damon snapped the Velcro into place on his vest and started down the corridor again. “That doesn't work. It's you and me. We've always gotten out of scrapes together. If the president puts a bullet in your head, I want to be there to put one in his.”

Grey shook his head, hustling behind his buddy. “What about the Mercs?”

“They're soldiers, not family,” Damon said. “If we disappear, somebody will step up and lead. Or they'll align with Vanguard. Or just go on their merry ways. The Mercs are a strong band of soldiers just trying to survive. We created that.” He clapped Greyson on the arm. “The Mercs have to change. If we're dead, they change. If we come back, you know we have to shake things up.”

Greyson listened, trusting his buddy. “We've built something good.”

“Then we'd better survive this so we can make it even better.” Damon shoved open the door to the armory. “Let's get suited up.”

Grey clapped a hand on Damon's back. “Thanks, man.”

“I love you too, buddy.” Damon reached for a thigh holster and a handgun.

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