CHAPTER SIXTEEN
KENNEDY
I ran down the hill to our usual finishing spot on the obstacle course. Hayes gave me a high five, and I set my hands on my hips as I walked in circles, catching my breath.
While Quincy and I had been on a plane returning from California, the others hadn’t done the usual early morning PT because of a hard rain. A little water never stopped SEALs, but it was just exercise, not a battleground. Taft didn’t need to f**k up his bad knee because of oversaturated soil.
Maybe it was better this way. We all had energy and anger to burn after our briefing. Mrs. L and Quincy had returned from town, and we decided a little obstacle course competition before dinner would be fun.
Yeah, we liked to torture ourselves.
Taft beat me back and was wiping his face with the hem of
