Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“I think you’re right,” Mirage agreed after getting Grace’s affirmation. “After training, we’ll hit this hard with fresh eyes and calmed minds.”
Mirage locked the door after Ex and Meridian left, then went to the couch where Grace was staring at one photo in a thick file.
After Mirage came up behind him and draped his arms over his shoulders, Grace pointed to a deserted patch of barren land hidden within a rural town the diameter of a ladybug.
“Did you find them, Grace?” he whispered in surprise. “How in the hell—”
“I wasn’t only a sniper, Mirage. I was also a MARSOC combat hunter. Finding hidden targets is what I do.” Grace handed him the file. “The Greens are two hundred and 7.8 miles west of here.”
Mirage came around the couch, took Grace’s hand, and pulled him to his feet. “All this brilliance and enigmatic personality wrapped into a sexy-as-fuck package.” Mirage kissed him before he added, “Who happens to have the most charismatic voice I’ve ever heard.”
Grace hummed, leaned down in slow motion, and kissed him back.
“We’ll hash out a recon plan with the Blacks after training. But first, I need sleep, and so do you.”
Grace moaned and pressed his hardening cock against Mirage’s abdomen.
“I think you’re addicted to my cock.” He chuckled.
Grace nodded.
He cupped Grace’s rough cheeks and gave him a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, then whispered, “But I won’t go inside you right now. I just wanna sleep next to you, wrapped tight in your arms.”
Grace’s sighing grunt was an erotic affirmation that he liked the sound of that.
Meridian
“I admit I don’t know what the hell you and Ex are doing,” Corvo gritted, “but I don’t like being kept in the dark. When the fuck did you become partners with the Browns?”
“Since we were almost killed together,” Meridian answered.
“Speaking of…when are you two gonna tell me what happened over there?”
Corvo followed them around while they assessed the training ground for the four-man simulation.
“How can I figure out anything when you’re making me work blind?”
“When we know, we’ll let you know,” Meridian droned.
“Nice. Thanks, guys.” Corvo tiredly rubbed his forehead.
“Browns are moving,” their handler, Spectre, said from behind the observation booth.
“And how do you even know you can trust Mirage and Grace?” Corvo argued. “One doesn’t even fuckin’ speak, for Christ’s sake. How can you communicate effectively?”
“I thought it odd myself.” Ex shrugged. “Until I saw them together. It has to be the serums.”
Corvo looked confused.
Meridian smirked.
“See for yourself. I swear you won’t see a greater performance from synchronized swimmers.”
Corvo was about to continue arguing until Grace turned the corner.
He looked fly as fuck in a new, espresso-colored midthigh trench with an oversized hood and a thick cream sweater. The holster he wore housed five handguns, two of them Desert Eagles. Those weapons fired bullets that left his targets with only a quarter of a face.
His dark hair was slicked back, naturally curling at the ends.
Mirage was nowhere in sight.
“My team is ready. Let’s get this started. We have a lot to cover, Corvo.”
“Is your partner joining you?” Corvo frowned.
Grace gave him a brisk nod.
“Well, where is he?”
Mirage slowly stepped from behind Grace, making Corvo flinch like a frightened cat.
“I’m right here.” Mirage stared from beneath his hood for a moment before he gestured for Spectre to start.
Meridian winked at his partner. “You ready?”
“Always,” Ex answered.
Countless realistic holographs filled the dimly lit training facility as the control booth changed from sunset to dark.
Grace moved as his name suggested. His every step was deliberate and calculated to keep Mirage concealed at all times.
Meridian remembered hearing that Grace was known for his unparalleled marksmanship, but the way he fired and hit his targets with remarkable calmness was unbelievable.
His finger moved over the trigger with a speed that defied the eye.
Shots from his chrome .45s echoed like thunder around the room as he took down holographic images with uncanny vigor.
At one point, he and Meridian were side by side, taking down men six at a time while Mirage watched their backs, unleashing a flurry of sleek, midnight-colored blades that sliced through the air in silence.
Mirage moved inside Grace’s shadow with an elegance that blurred the lines between real and impossible. He was true to his name, an optical illusion confusing the staff in the booth.
The moment Mirage revealed his twenty-inch fighting knives, Meridian pulled Whisper from his trench and swung high while Mirage went low.
Four men came in behind them, and Grace threw up one side of his armored trench and blocked the barrage of bullets before he lowered it in time for Meridian to turn and eliminate the threat.
Ex scaled the side of the wall, firing in the same direction as Grace, making kill shots in perfect sync. He hit the floor less than a foot from Meridian, and the three ended up back-to-back.