Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 146530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Their unit, GhostWalker Team One, was tight. They looked out for one another. They trusted few others, and those they brought in, they did so slowly and carefully. Years ago, their team had been set up for murder, separated and held in cages, essentially waiting to die. Ryland had planned their escape, and Lily had hidden them at her estate until they could get to the bottom of the conspiracy against them. In the end, they had managed to come out on top, thanks in no small part to their dedication to training hard and working together. They still ran missions, but they trusted and depended only on one another.
Now, there were three other GhostWalker teams. Whitney had used each team to perfect his technique so that each subsequent unit was able to handle their enhancements much better than the team before them. But he’d also added more and more genetic coding, turning the soldiers into much more than they ever expected—or wanted—to be.
There was a special place in hell reserved for sociopathic monsters like Peter Whitney—or if there wasn’t, there ought to be. Jonas wouldn’t mind bringing a little—or maybe a lot—of that hell to Whitney in the here and now, especially as more and more of his most diabolical experiments, all on orphaned girls, came to light. Unfortunately, as evil as he was, Whitney had a solid network of connections among America’s most powerful, including high-ranking government officials, billionaire defense contractors, bankers, and his own private army of expendable supersoldiers, all of them would-be GhostWalkers who hadn’t made the official cut. Between his connections and his army, Whitney was virtually untouchable.
Jonas sighed as his gaze swept the surrounding forest. He used every enhanced sense he had, both animal and human. They were being watched. He had been aware of it for the last few miles but hadn’t been able to identify exactly where the threat was coming from—or from whom. Or rather, from what. He was certain their observers were not human.
“You feel it?” Kyle asked him quietly, turning toward him.
“Yep.”
Jeff heaved an exaggerated sigh. “You ever think a word now and again might be helpful?”
“Not certain what it is yet.”
Jeff shoved a hand through his perpetually sun-bleached hair. “It? Not a who. An it?” When Jonas didn’t answer, Jeff rolled his eyes. “Why did I agree to keep the two of you alive? You’re both a pain in the ass.” He began walking again, doggedly putting one foot in front of the other. “Do we even know where we’re going?”
“Nope.” Jonas hid his grin. Annoying Jeff was one of his favorite pastimes, and when the tension was beginning to stretch out, like now, a little humor went a long way. In spite of his amusement, he stayed on full alert, looking for the sentries watching them.
He was fully aware Ryland hadn’t sent Jeff. Jeff had come with him, like Kyle, because they were his friends, and they hadn’t wanted him to check out his strange feeling alone. It had been that simple. Friendship. The feeling, at first, had been a vague calling to him. For the last mile, along with that compulsion he felt, he now felt uneasy, as if there were a threat, but he couldn’t place where it was coming from.
Night was falling. In the forest, especially this deep in the interior, it was always a good thing to establish a camp before sunset. Too many wild animals hunted after dark. He could connect with them and, if he was lucky, keep them away, but it was silly to take chances. The trees were thick, the brush heavy. The trail they were on was very narrow. Tree frogs were abundant, staring at them with round eyes as they passed. In the vegetation at their feet was the constant rustle of leaves as rodents rushed to get undercover.
“We should find a place to camp for the night. Build a fire.”
“I tried to send word back to the others,” Kyle said. “But I’m not getting through. Could be the density of the canopy, but I should be able to . . .” He trailed off.
“I’m not surprised.” Jonas wasn’t. There was something at work here. He’d gotten that feeling in his gut and wanted to check things out.
Jonas had told Ryland he had felt a strange pull toward this side of the mountain for some time and wanted to take time off to explore. They’d just recently come off a dicey hostage rescue. They’d managed to pull off the rescue without a single casualty even though things had gone sideways twice, and they all had some downtime coming. Jonas wanted—no—needed to explore the miles of wilderness around the fortress they had carved out for themselves close to Team Two.
“Have you noticed that we’re losing visibility, Jonas?” Kyle asked. “The mist is getting thick.”