From the van parked on the service road two miles away, Jack oversaw and directed the assembled team. He looked at the weather forecast before focusing on the heat signatures on the scanner screen. He reached out and activated the body cam and communicator on the team leader’s vest.
“T1, you have approximately forty-five minutes before white-out conditions begin,” he cautioned.
“T1, Oorah!” T1 responded quietly.
He looked at the screen again and frowned. There were ten men on the team, but only nine of the heat signatures were still in formation. He pressed the communication button again.
“T1, check your flank. T7 is out of formation,” he advised.
“T1, Oorah!” T1 confirmed.
He drummed his fingers on the console before he released a curse. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his
