Chapter Seventeen
“Assault team, move.”
“Roger, that.”
Spinelli watched on the big screens as the men moved along the corridor. Weapons were raised. Expressions were pensive, watchful as the men were on high alert.
Beside him, Commander South watched the monitors. His steely expression gave away nothing of what he was thinking of the changes Spinelli had instituted. Spinelli wished the man would wince or frown. But his lips stayed in a straight line as did his eyebrows. He could not get a read on the man.
“West, Nile, cover Jasper. Rice and I will flank.”
“Copy that, Red Leader.”
Gunshots rang out, sounding like the real thing across the speakers because it was the real thing. Spinelli had recorded the sound and written code to ensure that the sound played with each press one of the
