Chapter 51
“f**k!” Fish said, his one expression for all situations. He kept an AR-15 on his shoulder. “We didn't sign up for this.”
Having led his team between the pillars, Hammill kept his expression neutral. But Fish had it right. The military had a term for it—FUBAR—f****d up beyond all recognition. He refused to admit it to his team though. Not to anyone. Not yet, anyway.
At least he didn't have to worry about admitting it to his boss since every piece of electronic equipment they had was DOA. PLP’s piss-poor intel had put his team at risk. When he saw the four searchers disappear between those pillars, Hammill should have turned around and headed back to Salmon City. Back to broads, booze, and a back rub. Instead, the whole team followed, and now they were in trouble. Including hi
