Kill Box (Drop Trooper, #9)

by Rick Partlow

I’d been a little leery of that, but Vicky had convinced me by the sound, logical, reasoned method of accusing me of being a wussy.

“Yes, sir! I’ll treat them like my own family.” He shrugged. “Well, better than that, I hope. I don’t get along that well with my family.”

“They’re on our left, they’re on our right, they’re in front of us, they’re behind us…they can’t get away this time.”