First Rawls, then Norris, Peterson, Haley, Dixon, Mooney – who’s next? Me?
It had almost been him. There was a time there, only a few short month backs, after he’d lost Peterson and Carrie, that he’d almost checked out.
I’m still here. Still kicking. Still leading these men.
In a way, he’d been a leader to them the entire time. Now it was just official.
Ortega turned with a big skillet of sausage and eggs just as the alarms blared.
“Damn it!” Graham yelled, hand halfway to the skillet to snag a steaming sausage. The men all dropped what they were doing – Ortega putting the food in the fridge – and ran towards the bay.
The layout was different and the amount of calls they’d went on were few but already, they knew the path through the building by heart. They were in the bay with
