LOGAN SEAL Team Seven (Book 2) by Jordan Silver Page B

got a better look at the guys’ faces but I didn’t, I couldn’t even describe the tattoos because it was dark and they were partly hidden under their sleeves, but I think they might’ve been the same.”
    “And you say this happened a year or so ago?” He got sad and picked at the grass before nodding his head and looking at me for the first time. “Yeah, just a few months before Don died.’ I didn’t like how the way he said that shit made me feel, and from the restless movement around me no one else did either.
    The commander had supposedly suffered a heart attack out on his boat; fuck me no. I looked at my brothers and barely contained the rage that was just beneath the surface. The same question was reflected in their eyes and the winds had just shifted.
    I questioned the kid some more until he gave up all he had. “How did they talk you into this, how did they find you?”
    “They knew my name, just looked my family up in the phonebook I guess. They told me it was a game and that the bullets weren’t real, they were these new type of bullets that the army was trying out or something like that, but I knew it was a lie, because when I practiced the cat died.”
    Fucking kid started crying, what the fuck was this shit? I let him get it out of his system before going on to tell me how he was contacted by phone, how the package was left for him a few days ago and how they convinced his dumb ass to do it. Apparently he wasn’t as dumb as he looked because he’d shot wide and long.
    “Why you, why did they choose you for their little experiment?”
    “Because I’m the best marksman on my reserves team I guess, and because they knew that if I didn’t do it they’d tell my mom what I’d been up to down here a year ago and she’d skin me.” Something was off as fuck, why would obvious professionals send a kid to take shots at us?
    “Fuck let’s move.” I grabbed the kid and we high tailed it out of there just before the place went to shit. The explosion was loud and lit up the night sky like fireworks, hopefully most of the town’s folks would think that that’s what it was.
    The whole fucking boardwalk and a good chunk of the beach was gone. “Fuckers used C4. Ty clean him up.” The kid puked himself and I didn’t even wanna know what that smell was that was coming from him.
    “Fuck outta here, little shit took shots at us let him wallow in his shit.” I gave him a glare which he ignored as we watched the night sky light up. “Fine, he’s on the back of your ride, let’s get the fuck outta here before the brigade shows up.” He grumbled some shit before collaring the kid and heading for the water.
    I wasn’t surprised when I heard the splash and the loud complaint from the kid. They met us back at the bikes and Ty was contemplating tying the kid behind his bike and dragging him back, fucking nut job.
    We headed back keeping to the side streets with our lights out. This shit had just taken a turn. All the implications the kid made had my radar on high fucking alert. Military, it sounded like military, but which branch, who and why?
    It was definitely no newbies running this shit; it was too organized, too secretive. And the way they went after us tonight, took someone with a head on his shoulder and balls. One thing I wasn’t dwelling on too hard, not yet anyway, not until I’ve had a chance to talk it over with my brothers. The commander had suspected something, and then the commander had died. I’m gonna have a fuck storm on my hands of my suspicions turned out to be true, we’re gonna have to do some serious digging in the next few days.
    The kid was scared when we clanged the big ass gates shut behind us, locking him in. I could kinda see why the town folk were so interested in what was going on behind these walls.
    First, the shits were higher than regulation, but we pulled a few strings and got shit taken care of. The gates were special made titanium, wasn’t shit getting through