Talon: Combat Tracking Team by Kendig Ronie

Author:Kendig, Ronie [Kendig, Ronie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, Age Range 2 Older Audience, Romance, Suspense, Adult, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781624160868
Goodreads: 23091564
Publisher: Not Avail
Published: 2013-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Twenty

Camp Lemonnier, Combined Joint Task Force—Horn of Africa Republic of Djibouti, Africa

You’ll need to work her. Find out what she found. What it means.” Breathe. In. Out. “I will not work her.” Pinching the bridge of his nose—and grateful it didn’t hurt as bad as it did a week ago—Cardinal clamped down on his frustration.

“Cardinal, we don’t have time. Understand this: General Payne went ballistic when he found out you were there.”

“And how did he find that out?” Showered, he stuffed his arms in a clean shirt.

“No idea, but he’s yelling and threatening to have you hauled back here and thrown in prison for the rest of your life.”

“My job is to figure this out and find Courtland.” Cardinal stuffed his feet in his boots as he talked. “Your job is to keep the hounds off my back.” He huffed. “Don’t worry. I’ll find out what she knows, but I won’t work her. I’ll ask her.”

Burnett laughed, and the slurping of a soda filled the line. “What’s the difference?”

“Night and day.”

Burnett cursed. “For the love of Pete.” He muttered something. “Look, Payne’s storming down the hall, obviously planning to be a pain in my backside.” He grunted. “Listen, Cardinal—get Courtland and get back here before the dragon breathes fire down your neck.”

“Understood.”

Now to find Aspen. Talk to her. Give her the chance to be straight with him. So he could keep his conscience clear.

Feeling as if he’d been through a sauna after his shower, Cardinal made his way past the containerized living units, heat wafting off the cement. At least they’d been accommodated in the portable buildings rather than a tent—that, he knew, was for Talon to stay cool in the AC-regulated environment. When they’d arrived back at Lemonnier, Aspen and Timbrel went with the med staff to get Talon hydrated and cleaned up. They’d agreed to meet at the cantina after showers and a change of clothes.

The central path that snaked around “downtown” Lemonnier was known as Broadway and led Cardinal toward the cantina, theater, PX—and Aspen. At least, he hoped it did. She wasn’t in her building. As he made his way through downtown, he spotted a group playing basketball down the road a bit. Candyman with his thick beard and thick build stuck out. And so did Timbrel, though she stood at least a head shorter. She had more spunk than most women—especially to play a game with men nearly twice her size.

Cardinal slipped into the cantina, scanning the area. No go. He stepped back into the heat and made his way to the gym.

Bag in hand, Watterboy strode toward him.

“Have you seen Aspen?”

“Saw her heading to the chapel on my way in.” He shouldered past another soldier but called over his shoulder, “Hey. Briefing with Burnett in twenty.”

“Thanks.” Cardinal jogged toward the chapel, which looked more like something that belonged on the plains of America than in Eastern Africa.

Stepping inside stripped him of any preconceived notions as music rushed into him, drawing him deeper into its sanctuary.

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