Chapter Thirteen
Parting ways:
Dust was almost to a covered area where the others had gathered when Major Mendoza approached him. He shoved his hands in his pockets. She had been with Josie so she wasn’t aware of everything that had happened down below.
“Dust,” Mendoza greeted.
“Major,” he replied, unsure of how else to greet her.
He blinked when she smiled—if you could call it that. The corners of her mouth slightly lifted so he figured it was about as close to a smile as she ever got. His gaze moved to the others before returning to her face—as if sensing his impatience.
“The General asked that I create supply packs for each of you since you lost what you had when we took you. I’ve instructed that they be loaded onto the helicopters,” she said.
Dust blinked in surprise at the gene
