Will and Taylor from the DANGEROUS GROUND series.
The walkie-talkie crackled and
said, “Romeo to Base.” Taylor
Romeo? Will, who had been blowing on his hands to warm them, spluttered a laugh, and picked up his walkie-talkie. “Base.”
“Refresh my memory. Whose idea was this again? Over.”
Will grimaced, looked up at the stars burning bright and cold in the black night sky of the
Not another light for miles out here. Nothing but Joshua trees and sand and the
sharp cutout ridge of distant mountains. “Not sure now.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Yours.”
“Thanks for not saying I told you so.”
said, suddenly all business. Taylor
Will waited, his eyes scanning the darkness. Nothing moved in the sky or on the ground. He caught motion out of the corner of his eye. A shooting star. He smiled faintly.
was not much for the great outdoors. Taylor
At the same time
sounding relaxed again, said, “Go ahead, Base.” Taylor
“You were saying?” Will replied. It was only the two of them out here, after all.
“I was saying, this is one hell of a way to spend Christmas Eve.”
Will was terse because he wasn’t enjoying freezing his ass off any more than
was, “We need the money.” Taylor
The following silence stretched long enough to start sweat prickling on Will’s hairline. They had left the
in October to start their own security consulting business. It was not a great
time to start a business, even when you had the experience and qualifications.
had gone along with Will’s plan, but Will had the uneasy feeling his partner
was still…withholding judgment. Taylor
said at last. “Doesn’t change the fact that we’re currently one step up from
Will started breathing again. “Not if we don’t shoot anybody.”
Will peered at the luminous dial of his watch. “I make it half an hour.”
He could feel
sigh though the walkie-talkie remained silent. Taylor
hated this op for a dozen reasons, starting with the fact that it was Christmas
Eve and ending with the fact that any half awake civilian with a radio and a
pair of binoculars could have handled this. They were simply providing backup
for the backup. Taylor
“I’ll make it up to you, Romeo,” Will said suddenly, surprising himself.
“Roger so far.” There was a smile in
’s voice. “Should we
switch to a secure channel?” Taylor
Will was reminded of all those crazy phone calls
had made to him
while Will was posted in Taylor . In
fact, the memory of those calls warmed him now. Well, what the hell. Why not?
It was just them and the coyotes, and any smart coyote was safely curled in his
den dreaming of rabbits and the spring. “Affirmative,” he said. Paris
sounded alert and interested. Taylor
Will realized with blinding clarity that there was no going wrong with this, anything he said would, at the least, make
laugh. But Taylor
wouldn’t laugh. Will realized that too. Realized that however awkward he was at
verbalizing…stuff…the very attempt would mean something to Taylor .
Taylor, who spent more than his fair share of time putting it all on the line. Phone
lines included. Taylor
“Yeah,” Will said boldly. “That’s right, Romeo. They don’t call me Roger Wilco for nothing.”