CHAPTER 45
Shelley sat before the control console and watched the remotes. The team was learning exfiltration today. The fine art of getting away alive after whatever you did was done.
In many ways much harder than infiltration. You were tired, the climactic adrenal rush of the operation was ebbing, and the enemy probably knew you were there, somewhere. Actually, in one day, she could do little more than set their brains in motion. For some this would be enough to bump them to the next level of awareness. For others—
The staff sergeant crouched behind a tree and cast a long shadow across the width of trail, a shadow that didn’t look the least bit bush or tree-like.
Shelley selected the third switch down for sector eleven on her console. A remote-controlled g*n fired some sim-rounds int
