Chapter Twenty-TwoIn his former life as Nathan Flynn, he had never served in the military, had never been in a war zone. It seemed fitting to him that his first full night as Nathan became a baptism under fire. Octavia’s grenade sent a bright flash through the night and smoke clouded around the trees. The bang came behind the flash.
More than half the guards hustled in Nathan’s direction, shouting commands or asking questions. A few remained at their posts. Those individuals lost their lives first. It required little imagination for Nathan to picture Octavia slitting the throats of the guards in her way. They would never have the chance to fight back or even warn the rest that the grenade was a diversion.
As the confusion settled down — one voice with a heavy Boston accent rose up and to
