7
“Walk with me.”
Walk with the major? Now that they were back at Bati field and done for the night, Lola wanted to go stand in the shower. There she’d try not to cry as she washed this latest flight off her skin and out of her brain. Seven missions in six days. Tonight they’d gotten back to base barely in time for an emergency extraction call. The second flight had been beyond ugly, pulling broken bodies off shattered hillsides under a fusillade of flying lead.
With luck maybe she’d be washed right down the shower drain along with the prior evening’s misplaced hopes. She hadn’t killed any friendlies, but she’d come damn close. And she’d wiped out some bad guys, but not enough. Two soldiers had died as they were boarding the helicopters that were there to save them.
But the major’s Wal
