Chapter 48 ProtectionDRAKE POV
"Wasn t expectintsee ya up anatem so soon," Commander Baryshnikov remarks to Sasha once his heavy steel office door clangs shut behind us. The office itself is nicely furnished, with a large antique desk, brown leather couches, and framed abstract art, but the lack of windows bothers me. I m sure it s for security reasons. But how far underground are we?
"I thought our plan requires me to be in optimal condition, Commander. I simply wanted to see how far in the future that might be," Sasha answers smoothly.
"I already told ya, you outrank me now. None othis 'commandernonsense."
"Old habits die hard. And we both know you re in charge here."
"Not so much that I could deny yer demand that Drake join us." Baryshnikov sends a cold glance my way. "Care texplai
