“You ever going to talk to me again, Maier?” They were alone in the Peleliu’s Well Deck. The mission was done and he’d hung around until all of the gear had been restowed. Now it was just the two of them still aboard the LCAC.
“Don’t see why I would, Ranger.” But the sass was back in Nika’s voice which made Clint feel better. At the camp, she’d reloaded the Ranger’s vehicles while he’d been securing the prisoners in one helo and the women and hostages in another. It was clear that if they put them together, the men wouldn’t be reaching the Peleliu intact.
By the time he’d double-checked his Ranger head-count back aboard the LCAC, she’d already been up in her perch and busy with getting them safely out of the camp and out of Libya. The race back to the ship and then the trickiest operatio
