Aboard Junebug“Y
ou need to lose some weight.” June Bartlett was struggling with the zipper at the back of her husband’s black wetsuit. “A little less beer would help.”
“Don’t worry,” he gave her a kiss and headed for the main cabin. “I’ve got a feeling I’ll burn a few calories tonight. The radar is set to pulse mode. Power it up as soon as we’re over the side. The phone is on the chart table. If you go anywhere, keep it with you.”
He entered the main cabin and looked around at the landing team in final preparations. The Marine Raiders were in full stealth mode with all exposed skin mottled and blotched in camouflage cream. They looked like the real deal with fighting gear tightly strapped around their torsos and night vision devices hooked into the brackets on their FAST helmets.
Shak
