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  “What is there to talk about?” I asked bitterly. “Not only are you a soldier, you’re part of a unit that undertakes the most dangerous missions.” I stopped. “Do you kill people in these secret missions?”

  “Sometimes.”

  I covered my mouth with my hands. “Who are you?”

  “I’m the man who never thought he’d find a woman again. I’m the guy who’d given up hope. I’m the man who loves you.”

  If he had said those words a few hours back I would have been the happiest woman on earth, but now, they rung hollow. Love? This was not love. He tricked me. He knew I never wanted to be with a man in the army and he let me fall in love with him. “If something happens to you this time, and you don’t come back, will I even know about it?”

  The silence was like a knife in my chest.

  “I won’t even be told, will I?” I croaked in disbelief.

  “Probably not. You’ll just read in the paper that a veteran died in an automobile crash on one of the roads nearby, or something like that.”

  Forty-one

  Lara

  I shook my head in astonishment. “Oh, Jesus! Can you hear yourself? Do you even understand what you’re asking of me?”

  He didn’t reply and I wanted to shake him with frustration and rage.

  “What if it was me? What if it was me being called out in the middle of the night, and there was a better-than-great chance that you’d never see me again?”

  I heard him take a shuddering breath.

  “Answer me!” I shouted.

  “No, I wouldn’t allow you to go.”

  “So how can you ask that of me?” I cried.

  “There is a big difference between us. I’m not a novice. I’m a highly trained soldier. There are not many men who are better at what I do than me. I’m good at this, Lara. It’s why I was recruited.”

  “Is that why you nearly got blown to smithereens before?”

  He sighed heavily. “If I am meant to die, Lara, I will. I could slip in the snow and fall while I’m carrying you to our front door and go that way.”

  “Is that meant to be your idea of a joke?” I gasped.

  “I have to go now, but I’ll be back in three days. Please don’t try to contact that sorry son of a bitch until I return.”

  I nodded automatically and heard the clink of something, an out of context sound, but one that I had heard before. Then it finally registered – that smell I couldn’t put my finger on, that strangely familiar scent. It was gun oil. Suddenly, I knew. I took a deep breath. It hurt me to my very core.

  “I promised myself I would never go through what my mother went through,” I said. “I didn’t tell you what happened after my father’s funeral, did I? My mother held it together through all of that, through the damn flag folding, and the salute; and all the fine-standing men in uniform saying they were so sorry. She made it back home and smiled bravely at the reception, but when everyone was gone, she collapsed on the floor in her bedroom and screamed. She screamed, and screamed, and … I … I … couldn’t make her stop.” My voice had risen to a hysterical pitch.

  “Don’t. Don’t, Lara. Don’t do this,” he begged, holding me tightly.

  I was crying so hard I could barely breathe. “She was never the same after that. Never. I won’t go down that path. I can’t. I don’t want to. Please don’t ask me to.”

  “Lara, let us talk about this, please. I want to explain it to you so that you can understand that-”

  “No,” I snarled at him suddenly. Pulling out of his grasp I stood. “You want me to understand? You mean you want me to condone your the-ends-justifies-the-means philosophy and pardon your lies.”

  “I never lied to you. You assumed because I lived alone in the middle of nowhere, and didn’t seem to get posted that I was no longer in the army.”

  “If I had known this is what you did I never would have spent that night here during the storm. I never would have done the things we did,” I cried passionately.

  Kit stood up and took a step towards me. He was so close I could feel the heat and tension coming off his body.

  “Lara, why do you think I pushed you away that first night? It is because of what you told me about your father and brother. But you came to me again in the night, and I wasn’t strong enough to push you away. How could I? You were everything I ever dreamed of, ever wanted.”

  “You said I might regret sleeping with you,” I said to him, my voice harsh and bitter. “Well, you were right. I do regret it. With all my heart.” I vomited those words deliberately, to wound, and it seemed I succeeded.

  Kit sucked in a breath and froze, as if I had shot him.

  Because my heart was hurting, because I wanted to curl my hands around his neck and beg him not to go. I turned and started to walk away, but going a bit faster than I should have, I bumped into the corner of a side table, stumbled, and would have fallen if Kit had not grabbed me.

  “Lara …”

  “No, don’t touch me,” I screamed. “You’re worried about me getting a little knock while you’re merrily ripping my heart to shreds.”

  He let go of me as if I was fire. Holding myself stiffly, I began to make my way to where my clothes were. Kit was right behind me. “Lara, please … I know this looks bad, and I am so sorry I didn’t tell you, but please give us a chance.”

  My tears were suddenly dry. I turned on him slowly. He didn’t sound sorry at all. It was simply another facet of his the-ends-justifies-the-mean strategy. “I don’t know where you’re going. I don’t know what you will be doing. And I can’t live like that.”

  “I will be back in three days,” he said. “And then we can talk.”

  His voice was so plaintive and in normal circumstances I would have given in, but I thought about the neighbors banging on the door and my mother screaming until she fainted. Through all of this I had kept his name tag in my clenched fist. I took a deep breath and placed my other hand on his chest. Finding the Velcro there, I stuck his name tag on it.

  “Be careful,” I said softly. “Even though you are not for me I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  He didn’t try to stop me when I took a step back and went to the chair where I had put my clothes.

  “Lara,” he begun, finally.

  I whirled on him. “Enough. Please. You lied. You lied to me about something that you knew was so important to me. I thought I was part of something special with you and the wolves. How can I ever trust you again?”

  I could hear him swallow from where I stood. Turning away from him I pulled my jeans on, and quickly grabbed my top. My hands fumbled for my sweater. It was not on the chair where I put it. I heard him walk towards me. He picked it off the floor where it had fallen, and thrust it into my hand.

  I wanted to cry, but I choked it down, took my sweater out of his hand, and pulled it roughly over my head. Then I walked out of the room and down the stairs with him following me. I went to the hallway, and taking my coat off the hook on the wall, put it on. While I buttoned up and got my hat and my scarf on, he went around switching things off. The house fell silent until only the sound of his boots echoed through the house.

  I didn’t want to talk to him anymore so I opened the door and stepped out on the porch. As Jimbo had predicted it was a freezing cold night. All the wolves had disappeared. Kit once told me that the wolves lived in the forest whenever he went away and only returned to the house when he came back.

  I could feel the men in the car watching me. The ground was slippery with black ice so I waited for him to close the door. Silently, I let him take my hand and help me down the steps. Kit opened the back door and I climbed in.

  There were two men in the car, but nobody said anything until Kit climbed in next to me.

  “This is Lara, guys. Lara, the driver is Jerry, and the asshole sitting next to him is Billy.” He tried to pretend that nothing was wrong, but his voice was completely off key.

  “Thanks a bunch, dude. Hey, Lara,” Bi
lly said good-naturedly.

  “How’s it going, Lara?” Jerry asked.

  “Fine, thank you,” I whispered.

  The car began to move. I sat in a daze as we covered the miles. I wanted to cry so badly, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to sit straight and as far away as I could from Kit.

  As we got into town, Kit began to give instructions. The car came to a stop on the street outside my house. I heard Kit’s door open, and blindly I turned towards my door handle. I didn’t want him to help me. I opened the door, and my foot sunk into snow. Kit was already there, and he took my hand.

  “I can manage from now on. You can go,” I told him coldly.

  “No, I’ll walk you to your door.”

  “That won’t be necessary. Thank you.”

  “Fuck it, Lara. I’m either helping you to your door or I’m carrying you to it. Make your choice.”

  I swallowed. I didn’t even know which way to turn, which just made me feel sad and unhappy. I put my hand on his arm. Instantly, the hard muscles underneath tensed. He exhaled, and for a second I thought he was going to say something, but he just took a step forward. At my door, he waited for me to put the key in and open it.

  “Goodnight, my love. I’ll be thinking of you,” he whispered.

  I couldn’t help it then, a tear slipped out.

  He reached out a hand and wiped it away. “I love you,” he said, “so much it hurts.”

  “Then don’t go,” I cried.

  “It’s my job, Lara.”

  “Get another job,” I pleaded.

  “It’s what I’m best at. I don’t know how to do anything else.”

  “I’ve got enough money saved. We’ll live off my art.” Tears were running quickly down my cheeks.

  “We’ll talk about it when I come home.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about. You’re either with me, or in the military.”

  He bent his head and gently kissed my forehead. Then he was gone. I went into my house, closed the door, and listened to the car door slam, the engine start, and the car drive off into the night.

  Then, I walked to my kitchen. My steps were a little wobbly, but I was all right. I switched on the heater. I walked to the kettle and filled it. Still in my coat I made myself a mug of tea.

  Then, I went into the living room. The house was still very cold so I switched on the little two bar heater that I kept for emergencies. I sat down near it. The heat warmed my feet.

  I touched the face of my watch. Three thirty-five. I should go to bed, but I wasn’t sleepy. I took a sip of tea and tasted nothing.

  At that moment I felt there was no one in Durango Falls, or the world, who felt more alone and abandoned than me. I finished my tea and went upstairs. My steps were slow, like those of an old woman. I didn’t allow myself to cry. I had plenty of time for that.

  I knew I would be crying for years to come.

  Forty-two

  Kit

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vt1Pwfnh5pc

  Call me a son of a bitch for not telling her the truth from the start, call me shit for brains, call me anything, but I’m not sorry. I love that woman too much to give a flying fuck about fair play or what anyone else thinks. Even if the rules I was sworn to uphold allowed me to tell her what I was involved in, which by the fucking way it didn’t, I was not about to lose the one thing in my life that was pure and perfect.

  So, yeah, I’m a selfish prick, but news flash, I never claimed to be a saint, and if I had to do it all again, I’d do the same fucking thing. Why would I take even the smallest risk of her walking away? This way I got through her first line of defense, and won myself a chance to fight another day. Whatever happens now, she loves me and it’ll be that much harder for her to keep resisting me. I’ll fight for her until she breaks down and takes me back, or I’ll be camped outside her front door because I ain’t no quitter.

  I forced myself to stop thinking about Lara. I shouldn’t. Not if I wanted to get out of this alive. My focus had to be on survival. For me and the eight guys who came on this assignment with me. One small mistake and I was never seeing that angel face, or tasting her sweet flesh again.

  I was lying down on a bed of wet leaves in the middle of a Columbian jungle wearing night vision goggles and black fatigues with no insignia. Anything goes wrong and I get discovered, there would be no blow back. We were men who didn’t exist.

  Something slimy crawled onto my hand. Oh fuck. That’s all I need, another leech. I can’t light a cigarette here, so I’m gonna have to let it feast until this scenario is over. I squinted my eyes and looked down the sight of my sniper gun.

  I was looking at a big ole warehouse painted green to blend with the jungle. It was protected by a tall electric fence and, at last count, eight security guards trained to kill. Probably hired guns, mercenaries. Inside the warehouse was the biggest cache of illegal weapons and high grade cocaine. One day I would make Lara understand.

  Someone has to do this.

  If we didn’t take care of this tonight, tomorrow morning a long convoy of trucks would appear at the gates of the warehouse. One at a time, the vehicles would back up to the building, and men would forklift out boxes upon boxes of cheap television sets stuffed full of cocaine. They would fill up one truck after another, then the trucks would be off to a port, where money would grease hands, men with families would look the other way.

  The shipment would land in my country where hordes of people would maim, steal, and kill for it. That’s what was supposed to happen tomorrow, but tonight, I was here, and what was going to happen just became a whole different story.

  My team and I were the difference.

  A black 4x4 drove up, the headlights cutting through the dark. The guards rushed to open the metal gates. The vehicle stopped in front of the warehouse door. I shifted my attention to the vehicle door closest to the entrance. A man’s dark head emerged, then his body and one of his legs followed. I trained my crosshairs on an imaginary orange dot on his back.

  The instant kill shot.

  In a few days, I would think about him again. I would be halfway through a bottle of whiskey, and I would wonder why there were so many like him. How had humanity come to a place where it was men like him who had all the money and ruled over the rest of us?

  But deep thoughts and covert activities were like work boots on a poodle. They didn’t mix. Tonight, I wouldn’t consider anything more than the straightforward fact: he was standing between me and my objective.

  The voice in my earpiece whispered, “We’re a go.”

  Before his other leg could touch the ground, I pulled the trigger.

  The man sagged and fell out of the 4x4. My shot was true; he was done before his head hit the ground. A man rushed out of the front passenger’s seat. I had him before he could get to the door of the warehouse. There was shouting and screaming. The car began to reverse with a panicked screech.

  I pulled the trigger again.

  The wheels began spinning. Armed men came rushing out of the warehouse. Their deaths came from the other side of the building. That was my buddy, Roger, with his sarcastic smile and his perfect aim. I counted eight.

  The sudden peal of an ear-piercing siren caught me off guard. “Shit!”

  Lights facing out into the jungle went on around the entire compound, lighting up the night as if it were day. I blinked.

  Ah, not the first time. Wrong intel. Our careful plan had just gone to hell in a damp jungle. Now we were in the thick of it, well before we had intended to be. Still, the momentum was on our side. I watched the warehouse for any signs of life.

  There was the glint of a rifle from an upstairs window.

  I aimed and fired. The first bullet chipped through the stucco. The second bullet shattered the window, and whoever was in there screamed loudly enough for me to hear him. A bullet came flying my way, thudding into the soft ground two feet away from me. That was too close for comfort.

  Here we go, champ. Let’s p
lay.

  I rose up and started a quick trek along the ridge, running hard. He was still trying. I could hear the whoosh and thump as the bullets missed their mark. He wasn’t leading, which told me he wasn’t a sniper. He was just somebody who almost got lucky.

  I knelt behind a tree and waited. I was at the right angle to see him make the stupid, rookie mistake that they all make. Only this time, he wouldn’t be lucky enough to get out of it alive.

  There was the glint of his gun. I waited. There was his hand, clear in my sights. Still, I waited. Then his head came forward, and he put himself in the line of fire in order to see where I was. It was nothing more than a second, but hey, that’s all a decorated sniper needs, my friend.

  My weapon kicked in my hands, what was left of the window shattered, and upstairs guy was toast.

  And that’s when all hell broke loose.

  Hidden trapdoors all around the compound opened and shots rang out. Apparently, there was far more security than our intelligence had shown – and now that the shit had hit the fan, there was nothing to do but fucking get splattered. Rifle fire followed me down as I threw myself from the cliff onto the ground twelve feet below.

  I rolled at the landing to save my knees. I might be a badass, but that didn’t mean I was not getting old. At thirty-two I was no spring chicken. I didn’t have time to survey the lay of the land. I was being hunted. Covered by the friendly fire, I shouldered my rifle, pulled my sidearm, and headed toward the back of the warehouse.

  I blew the lock on the door and slammed it open, surprised that it went so easily, and started my way up the back hallway.

  Roger’s voice was crystal clear through my earpiece:

  “Breached three o’clock, two friendlies.”

  A man in a suit swung around the corner and raised his gun. His shot went wide, into the wall. Mine went into his chest, and he stumbled back. The bastard was wearing a vest. My second shot went into his head. It exploded backwards like a watermelon.

  “They’re armored,” I said into my radio.

  “No shit,” came the reply, along with the sound of distant gunfire.