CHAPTER TWELVE
Stanton sat in his office. The meeting hadn't gone well, primarily due to that arrogant son-of-a-b***h Brena. Stanton knew it had been a mistake bringing him in on it, but then Brena would have found a way anyway. But Stanton felt more at ease now Steel was there. Sure Steel was an immense pain in the ass, but he got results.
Stanton looked over to a picture he had hung on his wall; it was a group photograph of him and several others, including Steel. Stanton cracked a smile as he thought back to those good old days. He remembered back to when he had pulled Steel out of the SEALs to work for them, a job that proved to be beneficial to both of them. Stanton remembered the day Steel’s team was ambushed and how Steel blamed himself for letting his guard down.
The funny thing
