Chapter FiveGerard stuffed his hands into his front pockets and skirted the grassy meadow where dozens of recruits were practicing modes of stealth. He surveyed the men and women in various stages of creeping, climbing, and hiding around the facsimiles of houses, cars, trees, and bushes, his gaze searching for Miss Strealer’s petite figure.
Where was she? Had she decided to pack it in despite last night’s pronouncement?
Movement in the distant trees caught his attention, perhaps one of the many white-tailed deer that called the surrounding forest home. Shrubs shifted, then nothing. No, not wildlife. The motion was too studied. One of the instructors? Maybe, but the other two men in charge of field craft were also U.S. Army. Certainly their concealment skills would be better than whomever
