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going to do?” Lachlan asked.
“I don’t know.” If it had been one of his teammates, he’d know his next step because they all thought in terms of maximizing survival. But he’d never been any good at predicting Kirra’s actions. “I found footprints that indicated the rebels combed the beach looking for someone,” he finally said. “But I searched all the way to the end— as best I could in the rain and the dark—and found no sign of her.” His fingers tightened on the phone, imagining Kirra out there alone, wet, and scared. Hang in there, baby sister. I will find you.
“Tonight, I’ll ask after her in the nearby towns.”
“Good luck, lad. Everyone on staff has been instructed to contact you the moment any news comes in.”
“Thanks.” He ended the call and set the phone on the console before starting the Jeep and driving down the road. He remained vigilant for any sign of Kirra. But she didn’t stagger up from the beach and throw herself into his path.
He reached the outskirts of the first town, parked, then changed into more suitable clothing. As he headed into town, he vowed that as soon as he had Kirra back safely, he was putting her butt on a plane to Johannesburg. Then she’d better not attempt to leave the country again. Unless she planned to visit someplace free of violence.
Like Antarctica.
“ H ow are the improvements to our security system coming along, Chief?”
Wil Lansing bit back a sharp retort and continued to stare over the head of the man seated at the desk in front of him. Major Farrell wasn’t the one responsible for his frustration. No, that belonged to the men who controlled the budget for the base’s security upgrade. In typical Washington fashion, the brass in the Pentagon continued to ride his ass over the attempted bombing on base five months ago. Never mind that they’d denied Wil’s request beforehand to implement specific security measures designed to prevent such an attack. Once someone actually made it onto the base by hiding among the civilians evacuated from nearby hotspots, Washington had wanted Wil’s extra measures in place yesterday.
“Now that the funding and the necessary equipment have finally arrived,” Wil said, “my team has started to implement the changes. We’ll be working triple-time on the upgrades for the foreseeable future.” Wil suspected that the major, who’d only been in the post a few months, didn’t pay much attention to the paperwork that came across his desk before signing it. He probably had no idea that Wil had been asking for the support to make these upgrades for months. When the major wasn’t dealing with the barrage of complaints from the remaining U.S. diplomats in the region, he spent his time in meetings with local officials or on conference calls with Washington. Not that Wil had ever seen anything productive come out of any of those meetings.
The major nodded. “Good, good. Don’t forget that there will be a surprise inspection sometime in the near future. The sooner you finish, the better.”
Frankly, Wil was surprised that the higher-ups hadn’t already scheduled a security audit. He knew that someone in power wanted his unit disbanded, but was prevented by a number of political factors from blatantly shutting them down. Since his team had been unable to do more than minor upgrades without the funding and equipment he’d requested months ago, scheduling an inspection now would have guaranteed failure.
So maybe not everyone up above hated his unit.
“I’m well aware of that, sir,” Wil said. “We are working as fast as we can without compromising the security of the base.”
“Understood. Any progress on tracking down those missing diamonds? The Angolan government sure will be grateful if we’re the ones to hand them over.”
Wil hid his sigh. “Not yet, sir.” He didn’t have the manpower to chase the diamonds across the region. That’s why he’d handed the search over to WAR. But he
“I don’t know.” If it had been one of his teammates, he’d know his next step because they all thought in terms of maximizing survival. But he’d never been any good at predicting Kirra’s actions. “I found footprints that indicated the rebels combed the beach looking for someone,” he finally said. “But I searched all the way to the end— as best I could in the rain and the dark—and found no sign of her.” His fingers tightened on the phone, imagining Kirra out there alone, wet, and scared. Hang in there, baby sister. I will find you.
“Tonight, I’ll ask after her in the nearby towns.”
“Good luck, lad. Everyone on staff has been instructed to contact you the moment any news comes in.”
“Thanks.” He ended the call and set the phone on the console before starting the Jeep and driving down the road. He remained vigilant for any sign of Kirra. But she didn’t stagger up from the beach and throw herself into his path.
He reached the outskirts of the first town, parked, then changed into more suitable clothing. As he headed into town, he vowed that as soon as he had Kirra back safely, he was putting her butt on a plane to Johannesburg. Then she’d better not attempt to leave the country again. Unless she planned to visit someplace free of violence.
Like Antarctica.
“ H ow are the improvements to our security system coming along, Chief?”
Wil Lansing bit back a sharp retort and continued to stare over the head of the man seated at the desk in front of him. Major Farrell wasn’t the one responsible for his frustration. No, that belonged to the men who controlled the budget for the base’s security upgrade. In typical Washington fashion, the brass in the Pentagon continued to ride his ass over the attempted bombing on base five months ago. Never mind that they’d denied Wil’s request beforehand to implement specific security measures designed to prevent such an attack. Once someone actually made it onto the base by hiding among the civilians evacuated from nearby hotspots, Washington had wanted Wil’s extra measures in place yesterday.
“Now that the funding and the necessary equipment have finally arrived,” Wil said, “my team has started to implement the changes. We’ll be working triple-time on the upgrades for the foreseeable future.” Wil suspected that the major, who’d only been in the post a few months, didn’t pay much attention to the paperwork that came across his desk before signing it. He probably had no idea that Wil had been asking for the support to make these upgrades for months. When the major wasn’t dealing with the barrage of complaints from the remaining U.S. diplomats in the region, he spent his time in meetings with local officials or on conference calls with Washington. Not that Wil had ever seen anything productive come out of any of those meetings.
The major nodded. “Good, good. Don’t forget that there will be a surprise inspection sometime in the near future. The sooner you finish, the better.”
Frankly, Wil was surprised that the higher-ups hadn’t already scheduled a security audit. He knew that someone in power wanted his unit disbanded, but was prevented by a number of political factors from blatantly shutting them down. Since his team had been unable to do more than minor upgrades without the funding and equipment he’d requested months ago, scheduling an inspection now would have guaranteed failure.
So maybe not everyone up above hated his unit.
“I’m well aware of that, sir,” Wil said. “We are working as fast as we can without compromising the security of the base.”
“Understood. Any progress on tracking down those missing diamonds? The Angolan government sure will be grateful if we’re the ones to hand them over.”
Wil hid his sigh. “Not yet, sir.” He didn’t have the manpower to chase the diamonds across the region. That’s why he’d handed the search over to WAR. But he
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