Chapter ThreeEmily told me to always protect my people,” Lola looked down at Trisha. So close that she was a blinding green in the night vision—so bright it was almost as if she was an angel, which she so wasn’t. “I suppose that means you as well.”
“I don’t need protecting. I need to not be an American soldier parked in the middle of an eastern Ukraine war zone with a lot of stolen Russian military equipment.”
“Don’t we all. You also need to be back in your Kamov.”
Trisha opened her mouth.
“Now, O’Malley.”
She snarled, but she went, which was about as pleasant as Trisha’s mood ever was during a mission.
They pulled Jefferson out of the wreckage and lowered him into one of the body bags.
Don’t think! she ordered herself. Time for that later.
They zipped up the bag and moved it to th
