Chapter 7
Santiago, Chile
Lance
“Lance, can you hear me? I need you to say something.” The tautness in Rafe’s voice makes me open my eyes. Not because of the Alpha Command he used, but because I hear fear. A sound I can’t stand hearing from our alpha.
From my brother.
I’ve only heard that tone one other time, and it was the worst day of both our lives.
“I hear you,” I manage to wheeze.
This mission in Chile went sideways fast. It wasn’t like the one in Switzerland last month, where we were on recon and were suddenly made. We still don’t know how that happened—where the mole was. That was just a case of bad luck. Sometimes things go awry.
For this mission, we were sent in by the CIA to rob arms dealer Vincent Sarcero of his enormous stores of cash. Basically, our government hoped to
