feminine intuition or simply luck; Esme couldn’t say, but she called a halt and
motioned for everyone to take cover.
take a minute or two to get our bearings and agree on the plan in case I’m hit.’
was a good idea and her team melted into the jungle, forming a rough circle so
they had all approaches covered.
they all heard whispered over their headgear.
hissed Esme, annoyed she had to ask.
Leader, Scorpion 2 here, I am at your one o’clock.’
looked forward and slightly right and would not have seen Norman had he not
told her where he was. His cover was impressive.
everyone, get nice and small and let them pass.’
beating fast her team curled up small and hid, trying to hold their breaths,
even though their helmets would mask their breathing. Hands curled around their
guns, fingers hovered over their triggers, palms slick with sweat.
tensed as she saw glints of gold and red moments before the figures of the Dragon
soldiers materialised out of the greenery.