Chapter 18
As far as strike teams go, they are not impressive. At all. But for a clueless diplomatic mission, I’ve seen much worse. We’ve gathered in the desert below the monastery and the monks who have their handguns drawn are holding them at arm’s length like they might get bitten. They also studiously ignore the jagged holes in the walls, the results of an ineffective training session.
Their obvious reluctance to have me here doesn’t bother me as much as their crippling lack of experience. That won’t just get themselves killed.
There are twenty-three of us, including me, Irian and Aldach. I’m quickly learning that Aldach is a pompous jackass. Kerrin glares down at us from the elevator plateau. With the wicker basket down here and a burly monk babysitting her there’s nothing she can
