FREE Short Story: Delta Squad Origins
The Final Test
Downtown Topeka, KS—New Year’s Eve, Five Years Ago
Cappy hung his head and cursed silently. He activated his throat mic and whispered, “Say that one more time.”
“I’m in, but I’ve been shot at,” Talon repeated softly in Cappy’s earpiece, his voice glacial—not that the tone surprised him, it seemed to be the man’s normal setting. Probably what made Talon so good at infiltration and “acquisitions”, but Christ, he never listened.
“Were you hit?” Cappy asked through his clenched jaw, his chainsaw voice even gravellier. READ MORE