No battle plan ever survives contact with the enemy. Jena had read that once – she couldn"t remember where – and she could earnestly testify that every single word of that maxim was true. Nearly twenty-four hours after their skirmish with the men who now sat half-n***d in a prison cell, Slade had brought the hammer down.
Jena was crouched on a driveway with her back pressed to the tailgate of a white pick-up truck, right behind the passenger-side wheel. Come on, she thought, shaking her head. You"ve faced down terrorists with high-tech plasma weapons.
Come on,You"ve faced down terrorists with high-tech plasma weapons.The little gray-bricked house that claimed this driveway as its own had shattered windows in its front walls and bullet holes in the big wooden door. Thankfully, no one was
