Primary Target Quotes

“She shook her head, the tears coming harder now. “Please,” she said. “Please tell me it’s going to be okay.” Luke squeezed her tight, mindful of the baby growing inside her. “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be fine. I know it is.”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target

“Becca was crying. She pushed her chair away from the table and stood up. Her face had turned crimson in the past ten seconds.  “Babe? What’s wrong?” “You,” she said, the tears streaming down her face. “There’s something wrong with you. You’ve never come home like this before. You’ve barely said hello to me. You haven’t touched me at all. I feel like I’m invisible. You stay up all night. You don’t seem like you’ve slept at all since you got here. Now you’ve got a gun on the dinner table. I’m a little bit afraid, Luke. I’m afraid there’s something very, very wrong.” He stood, and she took a step back. Her eyes went wide. That look. It was the look of a woman who was afraid of a man. And he was that man. It horrified him. It was as if he had snapped suddenly awake. He never imagined she would ever look at him that way. He never wanted her to look that way again, not at him, not at anyone, not for any reason.”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target

“Before he died, Wayne asked me to be your daughter’s godfather,” Luke said. “I agreed, and I’m here to honor that commitment. Your daughter will be born soon, and I want to help you through this situation in any way I can.” There was a long, silent pause between them. It stretched longer and longer. Finally, Katie shook her head, just a tiny amount. She spoke softly. “I could never have a man like you be my daughter’s godfather. Wayne is dead because of men like you. My girl will never have a father because of men like you. Do you understand? I’m here because I still have the healthcare, and so my baby will be born here. But after that? I’m going to run as far away from the Army, and from people like you, as I can. Wayne was stupid to be involved in this, and I was stupid to go along with it. You don’t have to worry, Sergeant Stone. You have no responsibility to me. You’re not my baby’s godfather.” Luke couldn’t think of a single thing to say. He looked in his cup and saw that he had already finished his tea. He put the teacup down on the table. She picked it up and moved her bulk to the door of the tiny house. She opened the door and held it open. “Good day, Sergeant Stone.”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target

“help”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target

“head.”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target

“small intelligence agency”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target

“Class Luke Stone stood at ease inside Don’s office. The office itself was inside a glorified corrugated metal Quonset hut, not far from where the new runway was”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target

“one: decline the mission.” Luke smiled. “I’m afraid you’re no longer my commanding officer. Your orders don’t carry a lot of weight these days. Sir.” Don’s eyes met Luke’s. He”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target