Operator Down (Pike Logan #12)

by Brad Taylor

I was just winging it. I was in an enemy safe house interrogating a known target and talking to a crazy woman to keep her from killing him. Someone I cared deeply about. This sort of shit wasn’t taught in the Top Secret Leadership Techniques School we had.

Another man entered their circle, cutting his speech short. He was dressed in civilian clothes but draped in military kit, and Jennifer knew he was who she’d been looking for. Take away the body armor and weapons and he dressed just like Pike. A shirt with a thousand pockets, and pants made to carry magazines of ammo. The clincher was his beard, a lumberjack thing that Pike would have made fun of. He might as well have put on a nameplate that read OPERATOR, DAMN IT.