Saw the smile.
Immediately understood.
“No.”
Cobra was already moving.
“No.”
“Trust me.”
“I absolutely do not.”
“That’s fair.”
Cobra slid behind a stack of supply crates and removed a small shaped charge from his vest.
A man stepped onto the cargo ramp behind him.
Wade Parker.
He carried a sidearm in both hands.
Rook saw him.
“What are you doing out here?”
“Helping.”
“I told you to stay inside.”
“And I told you absolutely.”
“That wasn’t agreement?”
“No.”
Rook stared at him.
Wade stared back.
Even during a firefight, neither man appeared willing to surrender.
Cobra looked between them.
“This feels like a bad time for a leadership dispute.”
They both turned toward him.
“Do the thing,” Wade said.
Cobra smiled.
“I like him.”
Rook pointed toward the approaching truck.
“Make it count.”