Chapter Eight
“Anyone missing a web belt?” Sharakova asked on the comm.
“No.”
“No.”
“No,” Alexander said. “Why?”
“I’m looking at a web belt on a dead buffalo dog.”
“What kind of web belt?”
“U.S. Army issue,” Sharakova said. “Just like the one I’m wearing.”
“Where are you, Sharakova?” Alexander asked.
“A hundred yards up, on the left.”
“Don’t let them strip him before I get there.”
“You got it, Sarge.”
A few minutes later, the others watched Sarge pull the belt off the dead man. He examined it, then passed it to Joaquin.
“It has to be the captain’s belt,” Joaquin said.
“Do you think they’re holding him captive?” Kady asked.
Alexander stared at the belt for a moment. “I have no idea.”
“We need the Apache,” Joaquin said.
“And Liada,” Kady Sharakova said.
“Hey, Eaglemoon,” A
