Book Two: Lt. Reilly and the Black Bird Offensive
I had lost focus for a moment. Forcing my chin up, my eye met Mitchell's.She was evaluating me trying to decide how much more I could take. With the other man in the room I couldn't blow my cover, so I didn't say anything, but we had worked together long enough to communicate with the most subtle of looks. I knew what she had to do and so did she.
'Slap!'As her hand met my face, the sound hurt my ears more than the actual strike against my jaw. It was the seventh or eighth strike, and my whole head was going numb.
“Where's the girl!" Mitchell yelled at me as she raised her hand, ready to throw another slap on me.
“I already told you all I know," I said through a fattening lip. They had me in an old metal chair and my arms were c
