“That’s the last thing I remember of the night,” Brad said. He looked down at his whiskey with sudden distaste, and set it aside.
“When I woke up,” he said, “I wasn’t in England anymore.” He took a breath. “And I wasn’t a man anymore, either.”
Nate tilted his head at him, wearing the same intent frown of concentration Brad had seen on him countless times in Iraq, the one that said he was processing yet another piece of insane intel on yet another unbelievable situation, and deciding how to incorporate and respond to it. Well, this sure as f**k qualified on both counts, didn’t it?
“Where were you?” he asked. Breaking it down into manageable data, arranging the picture of the AO. Old habits die hard, apparently, and Brad loved him all the more for treating this like any other op.
“Oceans
