Chapter 3
In or out? In or out? As I pondered the question two days later, my thumb sought the already worn edges of Stormwinder’s business card. But my hand skimmed across Kevlar instead of fabric, returning me to the present with a jolt.
Shit. I’m letting down the team.
Okay, so the day’s work was merely a training session and the day’s bombs were really just hunks of inactive plastic and metal. But the EOD truism still carried weight—a careless EOD tech was a dead EOD tech. None of us could afford lack of focus while on the job.
Sure enough, Stooge nudged me and raised one eyebrow before addressing the team as a whole. “Ready?” he asked.
In stark contrast to our antics the night before, our responses now were subdued—a few muttered “yes”es and half a dozen head nods. As a unit, we
