Bikaner, India
Day Three
As the shooting at the restaurant continued, Rey was transported back to a March night in Libya when he and his team had taken out several enemy vessels. He shook his head. Stay present. They couldn’t afford the distraction of memory lane.
Stay present. He wiped the sweat from his eyes.
When a turbaned musician ran by, Rey grabbed the man by the shoulder and pulled him behind the table that he and Jane were using as a shield. “It’s us they’re after. Go kill the lights.”
The man looked at him with blank eyes. Rey swore. The guy didn’t speak English.
He tugged on the man’s arm and pointed at the electric lights on the outside of the building before making a slashing motion across his throat. Rey had to repeat the charade three times before comprehension dawne
