During a quiet moment, Matt tried to call Ada. The call went straight to voicemail, and he didn’t bother to leave a message. Instead, he returned his phone to his pocket and continued to observe the men as they ran through their current exercise.
“Move your lazy arses!” he hollered, holding back a grin when the nearest soldier glowered at him. The truth—this bunch of soldiers were top-class, and he’d needed to change up the exercises to challenge them.
“Excellent group,” his fellow trainer said.
“I feel as if we need to up the difficulty,” Matt said. “Any ideas?”
“We have the night tracking exercise this evening. Make it harder.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Matt said with distinct slyness. “This is what I think we should do.”
Later that evening, once darkness gathered in and the ca
