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Authors: Anna Hackett
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own, Captain Bladon. I’m not stupid. I actually have the highest IQ in the room. And I can fight.”
They stared at each other, like two Old West gunslingers.
She wanted him safe. Not flying into some raptor facility, where anything could happen.
It was Marcus who cleared his throat. “I can vouch for Kim. He’s been training with me and he can hold his own.”
No . Laura pressed her lips together.
Adam’s gaze switched between the two of them. Then he sighed. “Okay, Marcus, this mission will be Hell Squad’s. You decide who goes. When do you want to launch?”
Marcus stroked his jaw, staring at the barren desert around the alien domes. “I think it needs to be a night mission. There’s nothing around there for miles. Nowhere to hide, limited cover from the dunes.”
Roth nodded. “I agree.”
“Okay, then,” the general said. “Tonight?”
Marcus nodded. “Tonight.” His gaze landed on Laura and Noah. “Firing range will be free in two hours. I suggest you two plan to get your asses down there and brush up on using a weapon.”
Laura nodded, but Noah spun, shot her a scathing look, and stalked out.
As the others left the room, Claudia stopped beside Laura. “Word of advice. Surefire way to emasculate a guy is to say he isn’t capable of defending himself. Men are men. Doesn’t matter if they’re an alpha soldier or an alpha tech genius, they’ll still react the same way.”
Left alone in the room, Laura closed her eyes. Crap .
Chapter Six
Noah strode down the tunnel. He’d finished collecting everything he needed for the upcoming mission—armor, weapon, mini-tablet. He was as ready as he’d ever be.
He’d not been out on a mission before, but he’d helped from this side. Watched drone feed with the comms officers as the squads had moved in. He’d even filled in as Hell Squad’s comms officer a couple of times when Elle had gone into the field.
Hell, he was excited for it. For a chance to fight the aliens up close and personal.
His gaze fell on a door ahead and his jaw tightened. First, he had to have a conversation with a certain captain.
Noah thumped his fist on the door once, then quickly bypassed the electronic lock. The door opened and he stepped into Laura’s quarters.
She was standing in the middle of her living area and she spun, anger sparking in her eyes. “You broke in!”
Noah blinked. Some things he’d expected. Her armor was laid out on the bed—with neat precision. Almost everything in the room was tidy, including the hand-built bookshelves on the back wall that were loaded with books lined up like soldiers.
What wasn’t neat was Laura, and what she was doing.
She had a white sheet of paper pegged up to some sort of wooden easel. She wore a man’s business shirt that fell to mid-thigh and left her long legs deliciously bare. His gaze followed them down. Hell, she had damn good legs. Legs a man could easily imagine wrapped around his hips as he thrust inside her. He jerked his gaze back up to look at the rest of her. She was covered in paint.
In one hand she held a paintbrush, but multicolored streaks of paint decorated her arms and her white shirt—and not all of the paint looked fresh. Even her face had streaks of paint on it. To cap it off, the rich, lustrous red hair he loved was pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head.
“What are you doing here?” she said, her tone wary.
Noah closed the distance. He was looking at the painting now. It was as impressive as the woman. She was using paints in earthy tones—burnt oranges, smoky blues, vibrant green and dull yellow. He wasn’t sure if the wild, passionate strokes meant anything, but the more he looked at what he thought was an abstract, passionate splash of paint, the more he saw. The blue ruins of a city, the brilliant sunset on the horizon, the lushness of green, overgrown vegetation.
“This is really good.”
She shrugged and set down her paintbrush in a glass of water she had on the
They stared at each other, like two Old West gunslingers.
She wanted him safe. Not flying into some raptor facility, where anything could happen.
It was Marcus who cleared his throat. “I can vouch for Kim. He’s been training with me and he can hold his own.”
No . Laura pressed her lips together.
Adam’s gaze switched between the two of them. Then he sighed. “Okay, Marcus, this mission will be Hell Squad’s. You decide who goes. When do you want to launch?”
Marcus stroked his jaw, staring at the barren desert around the alien domes. “I think it needs to be a night mission. There’s nothing around there for miles. Nowhere to hide, limited cover from the dunes.”
Roth nodded. “I agree.”
“Okay, then,” the general said. “Tonight?”
Marcus nodded. “Tonight.” His gaze landed on Laura and Noah. “Firing range will be free in two hours. I suggest you two plan to get your asses down there and brush up on using a weapon.”
Laura nodded, but Noah spun, shot her a scathing look, and stalked out.
As the others left the room, Claudia stopped beside Laura. “Word of advice. Surefire way to emasculate a guy is to say he isn’t capable of defending himself. Men are men. Doesn’t matter if they’re an alpha soldier or an alpha tech genius, they’ll still react the same way.”
Left alone in the room, Laura closed her eyes. Crap .
Chapter Six
Noah strode down the tunnel. He’d finished collecting everything he needed for the upcoming mission—armor, weapon, mini-tablet. He was as ready as he’d ever be.
He’d not been out on a mission before, but he’d helped from this side. Watched drone feed with the comms officers as the squads had moved in. He’d even filled in as Hell Squad’s comms officer a couple of times when Elle had gone into the field.
Hell, he was excited for it. For a chance to fight the aliens up close and personal.
His gaze fell on a door ahead and his jaw tightened. First, he had to have a conversation with a certain captain.
Noah thumped his fist on the door once, then quickly bypassed the electronic lock. The door opened and he stepped into Laura’s quarters.
She was standing in the middle of her living area and she spun, anger sparking in her eyes. “You broke in!”
Noah blinked. Some things he’d expected. Her armor was laid out on the bed—with neat precision. Almost everything in the room was tidy, including the hand-built bookshelves on the back wall that were loaded with books lined up like soldiers.
What wasn’t neat was Laura, and what she was doing.
She had a white sheet of paper pegged up to some sort of wooden easel. She wore a man’s business shirt that fell to mid-thigh and left her long legs deliciously bare. His gaze followed them down. Hell, she had damn good legs. Legs a man could easily imagine wrapped around his hips as he thrust inside her. He jerked his gaze back up to look at the rest of her. She was covered in paint.
In one hand she held a paintbrush, but multicolored streaks of paint decorated her arms and her white shirt—and not all of the paint looked fresh. Even her face had streaks of paint on it. To cap it off, the rich, lustrous red hair he loved was pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head.
“What are you doing here?” she said, her tone wary.
Noah closed the distance. He was looking at the painting now. It was as impressive as the woman. She was using paints in earthy tones—burnt oranges, smoky blues, vibrant green and dull yellow. He wasn’t sure if the wild, passionate strokes meant anything, but the more he looked at what he thought was an abstract, passionate splash of paint, the more he saw. The blue ruins of a city, the brilliant sunset on the horizon, the lushness of green, overgrown vegetation.
“This is really good.”
She shrugged and set down her paintbrush in a glass of water she had on the
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