Direct Fire (Drop Trooper, #4)

by Rick Partlow

“She’s a lawyer,” Covington spoke up, finally. “She gets paid to make reality conform to the accepted narrative. That’s why everyone hates lawyers.” “Even their own lawyer,” Top added.

“Don’t worry too much about it, Alvarez,” Covington told me, apparently sensing I was getting freaked out. “The Tahni will probably kill you long before Cronje gets a chance to.” “Thank you, sir,” I said, closing my eyes and letting my head lean back. “That makes me feel so much better.”

“Third, you’re the tip of the spear!” Which meant First squad was the point of the tip, and Private Delp was the…well, he was the poor son of a bitch who was going in first.

The quickest way to end a war is to lose it.

“You know,” Vicky said, “it’s been over a year since the last time you almost got me killed, and I was hoping we were all done with that phase of our relationship.”

“Fuck,” someone muttered somewhere behind me, and I couldn’t help but agree.

Life, he would say, is a grindstone. Whether it grinds you down or polishes you up depends on what you’re made of.”

“There are no stupid questions, Sarrat, only stupid people who ask questions. Go ahead.”