CHAPTER SEVENTY
Steel rode the elevator to the ground floor of the blockhouse. He’d had enough of being sidelined. That’s not who he was. Besides, the others would be busy with the assault on the safe house. The doors opened, and he shielded his eyes from the sudden brightness of natural sunlight. Even with his sunglasses on, the sun’s glare was still intents.
Steel stood for a moment and basked, taking in the warmth and sunlight.
‘We were told nobody must leave,’ came a voice by the main entrance. Steel opened his eyes and smiled at a young Marine guarding the entrance. Steel figured Marine was green, very green. Possibly fresh out of Boot Camp. He already looked nervous. Steel smiled to himself as he approached the man who was no more than 19.
‘I’m here to pick up the two people who
